men," said old Dorn.
Kurt battled against a rising temper.

This blind old man was his father.
"But I'll not have I.W.W.men on the farm," retorted Kurt.

"I just punched one I.W.W.

solicitor." "I'll run this farm.

If you don't like my way you can leave," darkly asserted the father.
Kurt fell back in his chair and stared at the turgid, bulging forehead and hard eyes before him.