Or they might retire to a distance, surround the house and thus achieve their aim.
Sanderson, however, was not satisfied, for he knew that a sudden, concerted rush by the men--even though they were unarmed--would result disastrously to Owen--and to Mary--if she decided to remain.
Telling the little man to keep a watchful eye on the men, he went among them, ordering those that were mounted from their horses.

When they were all standing, he began to uncoil the ropes that were hanging from the saddles.
He worked fast, and looking up once he saw Owen's eyes glowing with approval--while Mary smiled broadly at him.

They knew what he meant to do.
Dale and his men knew also, for their faces grew sullen.

Sanderson, however, would tolerate no resistance.

Rope in hand, he faced Dale.
The latter's face grew white with impotent fury as he looked at the rope in Sanderson's hands; but the significant Hardness that flashed into Sanderson's eyes convinced him of the futility of resistance, and he held his hands outward.
Sanderson tied them.