An' I'll go give these I.W.W.'s a first dose of Anderson." He turned away without looking at her, and he hesitated, bending over to pluck a stem of goldenrod.
"Lass--you're--you're like your mother", he said, unsteadily.

"An' she helped me win out durin' my struggle here.

You're brave an' you're big." Lenore wanted to say something, to show her feeling, to make her task seem lighter, but she could not speak.
"We're pards now--with no secrets", he continued, with a different note in his voice.

"An' I want you to know that it ain't likely Nash or Glidden will get out of this country alive.".