Dale's letter accompanied Mary's to the latter town, and the evil-visaged fellow who received it grinned widely in explaining the circumstance to two of his friends.
"We'll git him, sure as shootin'," he said.

"A thousand dollars ain't a hell of a lot--but I've put men out of business for less!" Dale knew the man to whom he had written, and he had received a reply, telling him that the job would be done.

And that was why, when Sanderson had calmly announced that he was Will Bransford, Dale had been unwilling to believe his statement.
Dale did not believe, now, that the man who had interfered to save Nyland was Will Bransford.

Dale rode slowly homeward, scowling, inwardly fuming with rage, but unable to form any decided plan of action.
It was several miles to the Bar D, Dale's ranch, and when he arrived there he was in an ugly mood.

He curtly dismissed the two men who had accompanied him and went into the house.