"You
saw it work."
"You'll be careful, won't you, Will?" she said.
"Deal," smilingly insisted Sanderson.
"Deal," she repeated, giving him a look that made him blush. Then she
went into one of the other rooms, and Sanderson and Owen went outside.
At the corner of the stable Sanderson halted and faced Owen.
"You've got some explainin' to do," he said. "How did you know Dale
had a letter from Will Bransford to his father; an' how did you know
that Dale wanted me to write my name on that brand-registering blank so
he could compare it with Will Bransford's name on the letter?"
"Will Bransford told me he wrote such a letter; he showed me a letter
from his dad which told how he had dropped Will's letter and how Dale
had picked it up. Dale thought old Bransford hadn't seen him pick up
the letter--but Bransford did see him. And last night I was snooping
around over at the Bar D and I overheard Dale and Silverthorn cooking
up this deal."
Sanderson grinned with relief. "Well," he said, "that name-signing
deal sure had me considerable fussed up.
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