She
smiled stiffly at him in return, and nodded her head.
Seemingly, it was the only way out of a bad predicament. Certainly
they could not commit wholesale murder, and it was equally certain that
if Dale was permitted to go, he and his men would return. Or they
might retire to a distance, surround the house and thus achieve their
aim.
Sanderson, however, was not satisfied, for he knew that a sudden,
concerted rush by the men--even though they were unarmed--would result
disastrously to Owen--and to Mary--if she decided to remain.
Telling the little man to keep a watchful eye on the men, he went among
them, ordering those that were mounted from their horses. When they
were all standing, he began to uncoil the ropes that were hanging from
the saddles.
He worked fast, and looking up once he saw Owen's eyes glowing with
approval--while Mary smiled broadly at him. They knew what he meant to
do.
Dale and his men knew also, for their faces grew sullen. Sanderson,
however, would tolerate no resistance.
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