Dale was grinning coldly, and Sanderson knew he suspected what had been
whispered by Colton. But before Sanderson could move, Dale's voice was
raised loudly and authoritatively:
"Arrest that man--quick!"
A man behind Sanderson lunged forward, twisting Sanderson around with
the impetus of the movement. Off his balance, Sanderson saw three or
four other men dive toward Colton. He saw Colton reach for the weapon
he had previously sheathed; saw the weapon knocked from his hand.
Four men seized Colton, and he struggled helplessly in their grasp as
he was dragged away, his face working malignantly as he looked back at
Dale.
"Double-crossed!" he yelled; "you damned, grinnin' coyote!"
A crowd had gathered; Sanderson shouldered his way toward Dale and
faced him. Sanderson's face was white with rage, but his voice was
cold and steady as he stood before Dale.
"So that's the way you work, is it, Dale? I'll give you what you was
goin' to pay Colton, if you'll pull your gun right now!"
Dale's smile was maddeningly insolent.
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