Mebbe I ought to have stuck in my gab before, but I was figurin' that mebbe you wouldn't go to crowdin' him so close.
Ben didn't steal no steers; he run them into his corral by my orders." Dale guffawed loudly and stepped back to sneer at Sanderson.

But he had noted the steadiness of the latter's eyes and the sneer faded.
"Bah!" he said.

"Your orders! An' who in hell are you ?" "I'm Bill Bransford," said Sanderson quietly, and he grinned mirthlessly at Dale over the two or three feet of space that separated them..