His eyes met Mary's and both pairs were lowered, guiltily.
Barney turned to Sanderson.
"Look at me!" he said.

"Do I look like a man who could fight Dale, Silverthorn, and Maison--and the gang they had--with any hope of victory?
When I got here--after escaping Gary Miller and the others--I was all in--sick and weak.

It didn't take me long to see how things were.

But I knew I couldn't do anything.
"I was waiting, though, for Gary Miller and his friends to come, to claim the Double A.

I would have killed them.