He's lookin' for you." Sanderson leaned closer to the man and spoke sharply to him.

"Look here, Dale; you were at the Double A.
What has become of Mary Bransford ?" "She went away with Barney Owen--to Okar.

Nobody hurt her," he said, as he saw Sanderson's eyes glow.

"She's all right--she's with her brother." He saw Sanderson's eyes; they were filled with an expression of incredulity; and a late moon, just showing its rim above the edge of the mesa above them, flooded the slope with a brilliancy that made it possible for Dale to see another expression in Sanderson's eyes--an expression which told him that Sanderson thought his mind was wandering.
He laughed, weakly.
"You think I'm loco, eh?
Well, I ain't.

Barney Owen ain't Barney Owen at all--he's Will Bransford.