And lastly, he had seen, far across the valley, a pall of smoke from forest fire.
He was going to reach "Many Waters" in time to warn Anderson, and that fact gave him strange exultation.

When it was assured and he had the eighty thousand dollars deposited in a bank he could feel that his gray, gloomy future would have several happy memories.

How would Lenore Anderson feel toward a man who had saved her father?
The thought was too rich, too sweet for Kurt to dwell upon.
Before noon Kurt began to climb gradually up off the wonderfully fertile bottom-lands where the endless orchards and boundless gardens delighted his eye, and the towns grew fewer and farther between.

Kurt halted at Huntington for water, and when he was about ready to start a man rushed out of a store, glanced hurriedly up and down the almost deserted street, and, espying Kurt, ran to him.
"Message over 'phone! I.W.W.! Hell to pay!" he cried, excitedly.
"What's up?
Tell me the message," replied Kurt, calmly.
"It just come--from Vale.

Anderson, the big rancher! He 'phoned to send men out on all roads--to stop his car! His daughter's in it! She's been made off with! I.W.W.'s!" Kurt's heart leaped.