Damn the law! This isn't a matter for court action--that damned Graney wouldn't give us a warrant for Sanderson now, no matter what we told him! We've got to take the law into our own hands.

We'll see if this man can come in here, rob a bank, and get away without being punished!" At the end of a fifteen-minute talk, Dale slipped out of the rear door of the bank and sought the street.

In the City Hotel he whispered to several men, who sauntered out of the building singly, mounted their horses, and rode toward the neck of the basin.

In another saloon Dale whispered to several other men, who followed the first ones.
Dale's search continued for some little time, and he kept a continuous stream of riders heading toward the neck of the basin.

And then, when he had spoken to as many as he thought he needed, he mounted his own horse and, rode away.
Sanderson and Mary Bransford had not yet settled the question regarding the disposal of the money Sanderson had received from Banker Maison.
They sat on the edge of the porch, talking about it.