If you'll admit before a notary that
you are not Will Bransford we'll hand you back the four thousand Dale
took from you, give you ten thousand in addition and safe conduct out
of the county. That strike you?"
Sanderson did not answer.
Silverthorn's face reddened. "You're a damned fool!" he sneered,
venomously. "We'll keep you in jail here for a thousand years, if
necessary. We'll do worse!
"Look here!" he suddenly said. But Sanderson did not turn.
Silverthorn rattled a paper.
"Here's a withdrawal slip on the Okar bank, calling for three thousand
two hundred dollars, signed by Will Bransford. Barney Owen drew the
money last night and blew it in gambling and drinking. He says he's
been signing Bransford's name--forging it--at your orders. The
signature he put on this paper is a dead ringer for the one on the
registry blank you gave Dale.
"Dale saw Owen sign that. That's why he knew you are not Will
Bransford. Understand? Maison will swear you signed the withdrawal
slip and got the money.
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