"You saw it work." "You'll be careful, won't you, Will ?" she said.
"Deal," smilingly insisted Sanderson.
"Deal," she repeated, giving him a look that made him blush.

Then she went into one of the other rooms, and Sanderson and Owen went outside.
At the corner of the stable Sanderson halted and faced Owen.
"You've got some explainin' to do," he said.

"How did you know Dale had a letter from Will Bransford to his father; an' how did you know that Dale wanted me to write my name on that brand-registering blank so he could compare it with Will Bransford's name on the letter ?" "Will Bransford told me he wrote such a letter; he showed me a letter from his dad which told how he had dropped Will's letter and how Dale had picked it up.

Dale thought old Bransford hadn't seen him pick up the letter--but Bransford did see him.

And last night I was snooping around over at the Bar D and I overheard Dale and Silverthorn cooking up this deal." Sanderson grinned with relief.