One of the silent men standing rubbed his hands together.
Old Dorn's head was bowed.

Then Glidden spoke so low and so swiftly that Kurt could not connect sentences, but with mounting blood he stood transfixed and horrified, to gather meaning from word on word, until he realized Anderson's doom, with other rich men of the Northwest, was sealed--that there were to be burnings of wheat-fields and of storehouses and of freight-trains--destruction everywhere.
"I give money," said old Dorn, and with heavy movement he drew from inside his coat a large package wrapped in newspaper.

He laid it before him in the light and began to unwrap it.

Soon there were disclosed two bundles of bills--the eighty thousand dollars.
Kurt thrilled in all his being.

His poor father was being misled and robbed.