The bursting blood burned through him and receded to leave him cold, tingling.

Anything might happen to him this day! He reached inside the seat to grasp the disjointed rifle, and three swift movements seemed to serve to unwrap it and put the pieces together.
"What else did Anderson say ?" he asked, sharply.
"That likely the car would head for the hills, where the I.W.W.'s are camped." "What road from here leads that way ?" "Take the left-hand road at the end of town," replied the man, more calmly.

"Ten miles down you'll come to a fork.

There's where the I.W.W.'s will turn off to go up into the foot-hills.

Anderson just 'phoned.