Apparently he was willing to forgive and forget, for he grinned at Owen, who was watching him from the door of the bunkhouse, and he politely doffed his hat to Mary Bransford, who met him at the door of the ranchhouse.
"Well, Miss Mary," he said, "how does it feel to have a brother again ?" "It's rather satisfying, Dale," smiled the girl.

"Won't you get off your horse ?" The girl's lips were stiff with dread anticipation and dislike.

Dale's manner did not mislead her; his forced geniality, his gruff heartiness, his huge smile, were all insincere, masking evil.

He seemed to her like a big, tawny, grinning beast, and her heart thumped with trepidation as she looked at him.
"How's Nyland ?" he asked, smiling hugely.

"That was a narrow squeak--now, wasn't it?
For I found that Ben Nyland didn't brand them cattle at all--it was another man, living down the basin.