"That's what I heard about you rich farmers of the Bend." "What business have you coming here ?" queried Kurt, with sharp heat.
"You sneak out of sight of the farmers.

You trespass to get at our men and with a lot of lies and guff you make them discontented with their jobs.

I'll fire these men just for listening to you." "Mister Dorn, we want you to fire them.

That's my business out here," replied the American.
"Who are you, anyway ?" "That's my business, too." Kurt passed from hot to cold.

He could not miss the antagonism of this man, a bold and menacing attitude.
"My foreman says your name's Glidden," went on Kurt, cooler this time, "and that you're talking I.W.W.as if you were one of its leaders; that you don't want a job; that you've got a wad of money; that you coax, then threaten; that you've intimidated three of our hands." "Your Jerry's a marked man," said Glidden, shortly.
"You impudent scoundrel!" exclaimed Kurt.