He had evidently been working, upon their arrival.

He wore overalls, dusty and ragged; his arms, bare to the elbow, were brown and muscular; his thin cotton shirt was wet with sweat and it clung to his powerful shoulders.
Anderson surveyed the young man with friendly glance.
"What's your first name ?" he queried, with his blunt frankness.
"Kurt," was the reply.
"Is that American ?" "No.

Neither is Dorn.

But Kurt Dorn is an American." "Hum! So I see, an' I'm powerful glad....

An' you've saved the big section of promisin' wheat ?" "Yes.