a fast walk from across the street,
saw that the eyes of Doctor Barnes watched his hand carefully.
Therefore, as though easily and naturally, he leaned with both his own
hands above his head resting against the jamb of the door.

"I suppose I'll have to charge this up to the fact that I'm of German
descent," said he. "I can't help that. I've lived here thirty years.
I'm as good a citizen as you, but I'll have to submit. Be sure I'm
going to take this up in the courts."

"Old stuff. Take it up where you damn please," said Barnes sharply.
"I'm as good an American as you are, too, even if my parents were _not_
born in Germany. Step outside."

He motioned to his men. "McQueston," he said, "watch him until I come
out."

"You're not going into my private rooms?--I forbid that. I'll never
forget that, you upstart!"

Doctor Barnes smiled. "I'll try to fix it so you won't." He stepped
on in across the gallery.

Waldhorn looked from the face of one to that of the other private
soldier who stood before him, and saw the cold mask not only of
discipline, but of more. Under their charge he marched over to the log
building indicated, and slammed the door behind him. The men stood one
on each side, out of range of the window.

Doctor Barnes was angry and frowning when he went back to the car to
drive it down to the door of the new quarters which had just been
vacated.

"Gee, Doc, you look sore," said Annie Squires casually. "Say, where do
you get the stuff you're pulling in here, anyway?"

"Never mind! You go in there and clean up the rooms and make a place
for Mrs. Gage. You'll find everything for cooking and housekeeping.
Don't touch anything else. I'm taking his Chink over to my place."

"Are you going there with the women?" he inquired, turning to Sim Gage.

Sim colored. "No. Wid and me'll be over with the soldiers. We're
going to stick together."

"Better bunk in my shack, then. Go over to the barracks, both of you,
and get rifles and an extra pistol each. I want both of you on patrol."

"You see," he explained, as he drew the two apart, "we don't know what
those anarchist ruffians up there may do. They may drop down here by
either fork any time, day or night."

He spoke briefly also to Mary Gage before he handed her in at the door
of her new domicile:

"Sim and Wid both think that only one car went back up the road above
the ranch. That means that the other car is up in the mountains
bet