"I've got bad news.

Look at this!" He produced the cake of phosphorus, careful to hide it from other curious eyes there, and with swift, low words he explained its meaning.
He expected an outburst of surprise and fury, but he was mistaken.
"I know about that," whispered his father, hoarsely.

"There won't be any thrown in my wheat." "Father! What assurance have you of that ?" queried Kurt, astounded.
The old man nodded his gray head wisely.

He knew, but he did not speak.
"Do you think these I.W.W.plotters will spare your wheat ?" asked Kurt.
"You are wrong.

They may lie to your face.