Then I got your letter, tellin' me he was dead,
an' so there wasn't any more use of tryin' to fool him."
"But that name, 'Sanderson?' That isn't your name, Will!"
"It was," he grinned. "When I left home I didn't want anybody to be
runnin' into me an' recognizin' me, so I changed it to Sanderson. Deal
Sanderson."
The girl's expression changed to delight; she sat erect and clapped her
hands.
"Oh," she said, "I wish father was here to listen to this! He thought
all along that you were going to turn out bad. If he only knew! Will,
you don't mean to tell me that you are the Sanderson that we all know
of here--that nearly everybody in the country has heard about; the man
who is called 'Square Deal' Sanderson by all his friends--and even by
his enemies--because of his determination to do right--and to make
everyone else do right too!"
Again Sanderson resorted to the handkerchief.
"I don't reckon they've talked about me that strong," he said.
"But they have! Oh, I'm so happy, Will. Why, when Dale hears about it
he'll be positively venomous--and scared.
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