Get out of here before I--" "We'll mark you, too, Mister Dorn, and your wheat-fields," snapped Glidden.
With one swift lunge Kurt knocked the man flat and then leaped to stand over him, watching for a move to draw a weapon.

The little foreigner slunk back out of reach.
"I'll start a little marking myself," grimly said Kurt.

"Get up!" Slowly Glidden moved from elbow to knees, and then to his feet.

His cheek was puffing out and his nose was bleeding.

The light-gray eyes were lurid.
"That's for your I.W.W.!" declared Kurt.