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."No one comin'.An' there'll be hell to pay out there.You go on to thehouse with Miss Lenore.Will you?""Yes," replied Dorn."Rustle along, then.An' you, Miss Lenore, don't you worry none aboutus."Lenore nodded and, holding Dorn's arm closely, she walked as fast as shecould down the lane."I--I kept your coat," she said, "though I never thought of it--tilljust now."She was trembling all over, hot and cold by turns, afraid to look up athim, yet immensely proud of him, with a strange, sickening dread.Hewalked rather dejectedly now, or else bent somewhat from weakness.Shestole a quick glance at his face.It was white as a sheet.Suddenly shefelt something wet and warm trickle from his arm down into her hand.Blood! She shuddered, but did not lose her hold.After a faintishinstant there came a change in her."Are you--hurt?" she asked."I guess--not.I don't know," he said."But the--the blood," she faltered.He held up his hands.His knuckles were bloody and it was impossible totell whether from injury to them or not.But his left forearm was badlycut."The gun cut me.And he bit me, too," said Dorn."I'm sorry you werethere.What a beastly spectacle for you!""Never mind me," she murmured."I'm all right _now!_.But, oh!--"She broke off eloquently."Was it you who had the cowboys pull me off him? Jake said, as he brokeme loose, 'For Miss Lenore's sake!'""It was dad who sent them.But I begged him to.""That was Glidden, the I.W.W.agitator and German agent.He--just thesame as murdered my father.He burned my wheat--lost my all!""Yes, I--I know, Kurt," whispered Lenore."I meant to kill him!""That was easy to tell.Oh, thank God, you did not!.Come, don'tlet us stop." She could not face the piercing, gloomy eyes that wentthrough her.Page 140 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Why should you care?.Some one will have to kill Glidden.""Oh, do not talk so," she implored."Surely, now you're glad you didnot?""I don't understand myself.But I'm certainly sorry you were there.There's a beast in men--in me!.I had a gun in my pocket.But do youthink I'd have used it?.I wanted to feel his flesh tear, his bonesbreak, his blood spurt--""Kurt!""Yes!.That was the Hun in me!" he declared, in sudden bitter passion."Oh, my friend, do not talk so!" she cried."You make me--Oh, there is_no_ Hun in you!""Yes, that's what ails me!""There is _not_!" she flashed back, roused to passion."You had beenmade desperate.You acted as any wronged man! You fought.He tried tokill you.I saw the gun.No one could blame you.I had my own reasonfor begging dad to keep you from killing him--a selfish woman'sreason!.But I tell you I was so furious--so wrought up--that if ithad been any man but _you_--he should have killed him!""Lenore, you're beyond my understanding," replied Dorn, with emotion."But I thank you--for excusing me--for standing up for me.""It was nothing.Oh, how you bleed!.Doesn't that hurt?""I've no pain--no feeling at all--except a sort of dying down in me ofwhat must have been hell."They reached the house and went in.No one was there, which factrelieved Lenore."I'm glad mother and the girls won't see you," she said, hurriedly."Goup to your room.I'll bring bandages."He complied without any comment.Lenore searched for what she needed totreat a wound and ran up-stairs.Dorn was sitting on a chair in hisroom, holding his arm, from which blood dripped to the floor.He smiledat her."You would be a pretty Red Cross nurse," he said.Lenore placed a bowl of water on the floor and, kneeling beside Dorn,took his arm and began to bathe it.He winced.The blood covered herfingers."My blood on your hands!" he exclaimed, morbidly."German blood!""Kurt, you're out of your head," retorted Lenore, hotly."If you dare tosay that again I'll--" She broke off."What will you do?"Lenore faltered.What would she do? A revelation must come, sooner orlater, and the strain had begun to wear upon her.She was stirred to herPage 141 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmldepths, and instincts there were leaping [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."No one comin'.An' there'll be hell to pay out there.You go on to thehouse with Miss Lenore.Will you?""Yes," replied Dorn."Rustle along, then.An' you, Miss Lenore, don't you worry none aboutus."Lenore nodded and, holding Dorn's arm closely, she walked as fast as shecould down the lane."I--I kept your coat," she said, "though I never thought of it--tilljust now."She was trembling all over, hot and cold by turns, afraid to look up athim, yet immensely proud of him, with a strange, sickening dread.Hewalked rather dejectedly now, or else bent somewhat from weakness.Shestole a quick glance at his face.It was white as a sheet.Suddenly shefelt something wet and warm trickle from his arm down into her hand.Blood! She shuddered, but did not lose her hold.After a faintishinstant there came a change in her."Are you--hurt?" she asked."I guess--not.I don't know," he said."But the--the blood," she faltered.He held up his hands.His knuckles were bloody and it was impossible totell whether from injury to them or not.But his left forearm was badlycut."The gun cut me.And he bit me, too," said Dorn."I'm sorry you werethere.What a beastly spectacle for you!""Never mind me," she murmured."I'm all right _now!_.But, oh!--"She broke off eloquently."Was it you who had the cowboys pull me off him? Jake said, as he brokeme loose, 'For Miss Lenore's sake!'""It was dad who sent them.But I begged him to.""That was Glidden, the I.W.W.agitator and German agent.He--just thesame as murdered my father.He burned my wheat--lost my all!""Yes, I--I know, Kurt," whispered Lenore."I meant to kill him!""That was easy to tell.Oh, thank God, you did not!.Come, don'tlet us stop." She could not face the piercing, gloomy eyes that wentthrough her.Page 140 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Why should you care?.Some one will have to kill Glidden.""Oh, do not talk so," she implored."Surely, now you're glad you didnot?""I don't understand myself.But I'm certainly sorry you were there.There's a beast in men--in me!.I had a gun in my pocket.But do youthink I'd have used it?.I wanted to feel his flesh tear, his bonesbreak, his blood spurt--""Kurt!""Yes!.That was the Hun in me!" he declared, in sudden bitter passion."Oh, my friend, do not talk so!" she cried."You make me--Oh, there is_no_ Hun in you!""Yes, that's what ails me!""There is _not_!" she flashed back, roused to passion."You had beenmade desperate.You acted as any wronged man! You fought.He tried tokill you.I saw the gun.No one could blame you.I had my own reasonfor begging dad to keep you from killing him--a selfish woman'sreason!.But I tell you I was so furious--so wrought up--that if ithad been any man but _you_--he should have killed him!""Lenore, you're beyond my understanding," replied Dorn, with emotion."But I thank you--for excusing me--for standing up for me.""It was nothing.Oh, how you bleed!.Doesn't that hurt?""I've no pain--no feeling at all--except a sort of dying down in me ofwhat must have been hell."They reached the house and went in.No one was there, which factrelieved Lenore."I'm glad mother and the girls won't see you," she said, hurriedly."Goup to your room.I'll bring bandages."He complied without any comment.Lenore searched for what she needed totreat a wound and ran up-stairs.Dorn was sitting on a chair in hisroom, holding his arm, from which blood dripped to the floor.He smiledat her."You would be a pretty Red Cross nurse," he said.Lenore placed a bowl of water on the floor and, kneeling beside Dorn,took his arm and began to bathe it.He winced.The blood covered herfingers."My blood on your hands!" he exclaimed, morbidly."German blood!""Kurt, you're out of your head," retorted Lenore, hotly."If you dare tosay that again I'll--" She broke off."What will you do?"Lenore faltered.What would she do? A revelation must come, sooner orlater, and the strain had begun to wear upon her.She was stirred to herPage 141 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmldepths, and instincts there were leaping [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]