"I've already had one run-in with an I.W.W.I know tough customers when I see them.

These foreigners are the kind I don't want near me.

And if I see one trying to fire the wheat I'll shoot his leg off." "I'm inclined to think that Uncle Sam would not deplore your shooting a little higher....

Dorn, you're fine! You're all I heard you were! Shake hands!" Kurt tingled all over as he followed the official out to the car and took the seat given him beside the driver.

"Back to Glencoe," was the order.