rvest comes round
a good many more. All I can get, in fact.... Well, I found my hands
quittin' me, which was sure onusual. An' I laid it to that driver.

"One day not long ago I run across him hobnobbin' with the strange
man I'd seen talkin' with him on the Bend trip. But my driver--Nash,
he calls himself--didn't see me. That night I put a cowboy to watch
him. An' what this cowboy heard, put together two an' two, was that
Nash was assistant to an I.W.W. leader named Glidden. He had sent
for Glidden to come to look over my ranch. Both these I.W.W. men had
more money than they could well carry--lots of it gold! The way they
talked of this money proved that they did not know the source, but
the supply was unlimited.

"Next day Glidden could not be found. But my cowboy had learned
enough to show his methods. If these proselyters could not coax or
scare trusted men to join the I.W.W., they tried to corrupt them
with money. An' in most cases they're successful. I've not yet
sprung anythin' on my driver, Nash. But he can't get away, an'
meanwhile I'll learn much by watchin' him. Maybe through Nash I can
catch Glidden. An' so, gentlemen, here we have a plain case. An' the
menace is enough to chill the heart of every loyal citizen. Any way
you put it, if harvests can't be harvested, if wheat-fields an'
lumber forests are burned, if the state militia has to be called
out--any way you put it our government will be hampered, our
supplies kept from our allies--an' so the cause of Germany will be
helped.

"The I.W.W. have back of them an organized power with a definite
purpose. There can hardly be any doubt that that power is Germany.
The agitators an' leaders throughout the country are well paid.
Probably they, as individuals, do not know who pays them.
Undoubtedly a little gang of men makes the deals, handles the money.
We read that every U.S. attorney is investigating the I.W.W. The
government has determined to close down on them. But lawyers an' law
are slow to act. Meanwhile the danger to us is at hand.

"Gentlemen, to finish let me say that down in my country we're goin'
to rustle the I.W.W. in the good old Western way."

CHAPTER V

Golden Valley was the Garden of Eden of the Northwest. The southern
slope rose to the Blue Mountains, whence flowed down the innumerable
brooks that, u