An' this war has brought out the German cussedness." "Father, I'm glad you spoke well of the young man," said Lenore, still dreamily.
"Hum! You never told me what you thought," replied her father, with a quick glance of inquiry at her.

Lenore was gazing out of the window, away across the wheat-fields and the range.

Anderson watched her a moment, and then resumed: "If I can get away I'm goin' to drive up to see Dorn again pretty soon.

Do you want to go ?" Lenore gave a little start, as if the question had surprised her.
"I--I hardly think so," she replied.
"It's just as well," he said.

"That'll be a hard ride....