He said nothing to Mary Bransford, after giving her the few bare facts that described the destruction of the herd.

But the girl watched him anxiously, suspecting something of the grim thoughts that tortured him, and at dinner she spoke to him.
"Deal," she said, "don't be rash.

Those men have done a lawless thing, but they still have the power to invoke the law against you." "I ain't goin' to be lawless--yet," he grinned.
But Sanderson was yielding to an impulse that had assailed him.

His manner betrayed him to Owen, at least, who spoke to Mary about it.
"He's framing up something--or he's got it framed up and is ready to act," he told the girl.

"He has got that calm during the past few hours that I feel like I'm in the presence of an iceberg when I'm near him." Whatever was on Sanderson's mind he kept to himself.