But he saw that Mary did not believe him, and his grin grew broader.
"Where's brother Will this mornin', Mary ?" he said.
Sanderson appeared in the doorway behind Mary.
"You could see him if you was half lookin'," he said slowly.
"So I could," guffawed Dale.

"But if there's a pretty girl around----" "You come here on business, Dale ?" interrupted Sanderson.

"Because if you did," he went on before Dale could answer, "I'd be glad to get it over." "Meanin' that you don't want me to be hangin' around here no longer than is necessary, eh ?" said Dale.
"You've said a heap," drawled Sanderson.
"Well, it won't take a long time," Dale returned.

"It's just this.
I've got word from Las Vegas that you've swore to an affidavit sayin' that you're Will Bransford.

That's all right--I ain't got nothin' to say about that.