She got up after a time, holding her head high, and left the room,
saying as she went out:
"Very well; your wishes shall be respected. But it seems to me that
the name Bransford is one be proud of!"
Sanderson grinned into his plate. He felt more decent now than he had
felt since arriving at the Double A. If he could continue to prevent
her from showing any affection for him--visible, at least--he would
feel that the deception he was practising was less criminal. And when
he went away, after settling the differences between Mary Bransford and
Dale, he would have less to reproach himself with.
He did not see Mary again that morning. Leaving the dining-room, he
went outside, finding Barney Owen in the bunkhouse in the company of
several other Double A men.
Owen introduced him to the other men--who had ridden in to the
ranchhouse the previous night, and were getting ready to follow the
outfit wagon down the river into the basin to where the Double A herd
was grazing.
Sanderson watched the men ride away, then he turned to Owen.
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