men ?" asked Kurt, ignoring the other's observation.
"I'm only a farm-hand," was the sullen reply.

"An' I tell you I won't join no I.W.W." Kurt spared himself a moment to give this fellow a few strong proofs of the fact that any farm-hand was wise to take such a stand against the labor organization.

Leaving the fellow gaping and staring after him, Kurt crossed the street to enter another hotel.

It was more pretentious than the first, with a large, well lighted office.

There were loungers at the tables.