But he spoke to the girl.
"Look here," he said shortly; "I don't know what you two are goin' to palaver about, but whatever it is it's goin' to wait until what we set about to do is done." He looked at Sanderson.

"Stranger, we ain't got no objections to you doin' all the lookin' you want to do.

But keep your trap shut.

Now, Miss Bransford," he continued, turning to the girl, "we'll get this trial over with.

You say them steers which me an' my boys brought over an' put into your corral is Double A steers--that you're sure the brand is yours--an' the earmarks ?" "Ye-es," returned the girl slowly and hesitatingly.
While talking with Sanderson she had unclasped her hands, and now she clasped them again, twining the fingers with a quick, nervous motion.
Again her eyes grew wide with fright, and Sanderson saw her looking at the other girl--he saw the other girl stiffen and stand straight, her lips curving scornfully as she returned Miss Bransford's gaze.
Sanderson's lips straightened.