Ruenke was taking me--to the I.W.W.camp, up in the hills." "Ruenke ?" queried Kurt.
"Yes, that's his German name." Kurt awoke to the exigencies of the situation.

Searching in the car, he found a leather belt.

With this he securely bound Ruenke's hands behind his back, then rolled him down into the road.
"My first German prisoner," said Kurt, half seriously.

"Now, Miss Anderson, we must be doing things.

We don't want to meet a lot of I.W.W.'s out here.