What of it?
He's broke.
And if the damned court would get a move on with that evidence we've sent over to prove that he isn't a Bransford, we'd have the Double A inside of a week!" Dale got up, grinning and looking at his watch.
"Well, gentlemen, I'm hitting the breeze to the Bar D for some sleep.
See you tomorrow." Dale went out and mounted his horse.

But he did not go straight home, as he had declared he would.

After striking the neck of the basin he swerved his horse and rode northeastward toward Ben Nyland's cabin.
For he had heard that day in Okar that Ben Nyland had taken a train eastward that morning, to return on the afternoon of the day following.
And during the time Dale had been talking with Maison; and Silverthorn, and playing cards with them, he thought often of Peggy Nyland.
Silverthorn and Morley did not remain long in Maison's private room in the bank building.
Morley had promised to play cards with some of his men in the City Hotel barroom, and he joined them there, while Silverthorn went to his rooms in the upper story of the station.
After the departure of the others, Maison sat for a long time at the table in the private room, making figures on paper.
Maison had exacted from the world all the luxuries he thought his pampered body desired.

His financial career would not have borne investigation, but Maison's operations had been so smooth and subtle that he had left no point at which an enemy could begin an investigation.
But years of questionable practice had had an inevitable effect upon Maison.

Outwardly, he had hardened, but only Maison knew of the many devils his conscience created for him.
Continued communion with the devils of conscience had made a coward of Maison.