No guests had registered for several days.
Then Kurt went out and accosted a man leaning against a hitching-rail.
"What's going on in this town ?" The man stood rather indistinctly in the uncertain light.

Kurt, however, made out his eyes and they were regarding him suspiciously.
"Nothin' onusual," was the reply.
"Has harvesting begun in these parts ?" "Some barley cut, but no wheat.

Next week, I reckon." "How's the wheat ?" "Some bad an' some good." "Is this town a headquarters for the I.W.W. ?" "No.

But there's a big camp of I.W.W.'s near here.

Reckon you're one of them union fellers ?" "I am not," declared Kurt, bluntly.
"Reckon you sure look like one, with thet gun under your coat." "Are you going to hire I.W.W.