WATER AND KISSES For several seconds Dale did not speak.

A crimson stain appeared above the collar of his shirt and spread until it covered his face and neck, leaving his cheeks poisonously bloated and his eyes glaring.
But the steady eyes and the cold, deliberate demeanor of Sanderson did much to help Dale regain his self-control--which he did, while Mary Bransford, running forward, tried to throw her arms around Sanderson's neck.

She was prevented from accomplishing this design by Sanderson who, while facing Dale, shoved the girl away from him, almost roughly.
"There's time for that after we've settled with Dale," he told the girl gruffly.
Dale had recovered; he sneered.

"It's easy enough to make a claim like that, but it's another thing to prove it.

How in hell do we know you're Bill Bransford ?" Sanderson's smile was maddening.