At noon the next day Sanderson, looking out of the window of his cell;
heard a sound at the door. He turned, to see Silverthorn standing in
the corridor.
Silverthorn smiled blandly at him.
"Over it, I see," he said. "They used you rather roughly, eh? Well,
they tell me you made them step some."
Sanderson deliberately turned his back and continued to look out of the
window.
"On your dignity, eh?" sneered Silverthorn. "Well, let me tell you
something. We've heard a lot about you--from Dal Colton and Barney
Owen. Morley--one of our men--got Owen soused last night, as per
orders, and Owen spilled his knowledge of you all over the town. It's
pretty well known, now, that you are Deal Sanderson, from down
Tombstone way.
"I don't know what your game was, but I think it's pretty well queered
by now. I suppose you had some idea of impersonating Bransford, hoping
to get a slice of the property. I don't blame you for trying. It was
up to us to see that you didn't get away with it.
"But we don't want to play hog.
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