If you would want a recommendation, you can address Amos Burroughs, of the Pig-Pen Ranch, near Tombstone, where the undersigned is employed.
"Yours truly, "DEAL SANDERSON." Mary leaned forward in her chair and looked at Sanderson with eager, questioning eyes.

Sanderson stared vacantly back at her.
She held the letter up to him.

"This is father's answer, telling the man to come on.

How on earth did you get hold of it ?" Sanderson had slumped down in his chair.

He saw discovery and disgrace in prospect.