Give me the paper!"
He sat down at a table, where there was a pen and a bottle of ink and
wrote boldly: "Will Bransford." With a grin he passed the paper back.
Sanderson stared, then a smile wreathed his lips, for the signature was
seemingly a duplicate of that which had been written at the bottom of
the letter Will Bransford had written to his father.
On his way to return the paper to Dale, Sanderson paused to listen
again to Owen, who whispered to him. Sanderson stiffened, looked hard
at Owen, and then grinned with straight lips. In less than no time he
was out of the house and confronting Dale.
He watched while the latter looked at the signature; he saw the
expression of disappointment that swept over Dale's face. Then
Sanderson spoke coldly:
"Right and proper, eh, Dale? Now I'll trouble you for that letter that
my dad dropped about a year ago--the one you picked up. It was a
letter from me, an' dad had let you read it. Fork it over, or I'll
bore you an' take it from your clothes!"
CHAPTER XI
THE ULTIMATUM
Dale's face whitened; for a moment he sat rigid, staring, his eyes
boring into Sanderson's.
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