He's eating his supper." Kurt stepped to the door indicated, and, looking into the dining-room, he at once espied his father's huge head with its shock of gray hair.

He appeared to be in earnest colloquy with a man whose bulk matched his own.

Kurt hesitated, and finally went back to the desk.
"Who's the big man with my father ?" he asked.
"He is a big man, both ways.

Don't you know him ?" rejoined the proprietor, in a lower voice.
"I'm not sure," answered Kurt.

The lowered tone had a significance that decided Kurt to admit nothing.
"That's Neuman from Ruxton, one of the biggest wheat men in Washington." Kurt repressed a whistle of surprise.