With Barney Owen looking on Sanderson was compelled to defer signing
the affidavit, for Sanderson remembered the letter from young
Bransford, bearing the younger Bransford's signature. The letter was
still in the dresser drawer in his room, and he would have to have it
beside him while he signed Bransford's name to the affidavit in order
to imitate Bransford's handwriting successfully. Therefore he asked
permission to take the affidavit home.
Pocketing the paper, after receiving the necessary permission,
Sanderson caught Owen looking at him with a smile. He scowled at the
little man.
"What's eatin' you?" he demanded.
"Curiosity," said the other. "Don't tell me you're too bashful to sign
your name in public."
They were mounting their horses when the little man spoke, and
Sanderson grinned coldly at him.
"You're a whole lot longer on talk than I like any of my friends to
be," he said.
"Then I'll cut out gassing promiscuous," grinned the latter.
Sanderson was troubled over the situation.
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