Or if he did consider it he did not permit that consideration to influence his actions.

For within two hours after breakfast he had sent a messenger for Silverthorn and Dale, and fifteen minutes later he was telling them the story of the night's happenings.
Silverthorn's face grew purple with rage during the recital.

At its conclusion he got up, dark purpose glinting in his eyes.
"We've got to put Sanderson out of the way, and do it quickly!" he declared.

"And we've got to get that money back.

Dale, you're a deputy sheriff.