"I ought to have gone myself." They resumed their card-playing.

An hour or so later there came a knock on the door of the bank--a back door--and Dale opened it to admit Morley--the big man who had drawn a pistol on Sanderson when he had tried to take Barney Owen out of the City Hotel barroom.
Morley was alone.

He stepped inside without invitation and grinned at the others.
"There's no sign of Sanderson.

Someone had been there an' planted the guys we salivated--an' the guy which went down in the run.

We seen his horse layin' there, cut to ribbons.