You'd fight, wouldn't you, to save your grain for our soldiers--bread for your own brother Jim--an' for your own land ?" "Fight! Would I ?" burst out Lenore, with a passionate little cry.
"Good! Now you're talkin'!" exclaimed her father.
"I'll find out about this Nash--if you'll let me," declared Lenore, as if inspired.
"How?
What do you mean, girl ?" "I'll encourage him.

I'll make him think I'm a wishy-washy moonstruck girl, smitten with him.

All's fair in war!...

If he means ill by my father--" Anderson muttered low under his breath and his big hand snapped hard at the nodding goldenrod.
"For my sake--to help me--you'd encourage Nash--flirt with him a little--find out all you could ?" "Yes, I would!" she cried, deliberately.

But she wanted to cover her face with her hands.