The heavens were darkening and low thunder rolled along the battlements of the great clouds.
"Say, Kurt, what do you make of this ?" asked Anderson.

Lenore, turning, saw her father hold out the little gray cake that Jake had found in the wheat-field.
Young Dorn seized it quickly, felt and smelled and bit it.
"Where'd you get this ?" he asked, with excitement.
Anderson related the circumstance of its discovery.
"It's a preparation, mostly phosphorus," replied Dorn.

"When the moisture evaporates it will ignite--set fire to any dry substance....
That is a trick of the I.W.W.to burn the wheat-fields." "By all that's -- --!" swore Anderson, with his jaw bulging.

"Jake an' I knew it meant bad.

But we didn't know what." "I've been expecting tricks of all kinds," said Dorn.