"Didn't know me, eh?
But you was figurin' on pluggin' me." He walked close to the man and stuck his face close to the other, his lips in a straight line.

He knew Colton to be one of the most conscienceless "killers" in the section of the country near Tombstone.
"Who was you lookin' for, then ?" demanded Sanderson.
"Not you--that's a cinch!" grinned the other, fidgeting nervously under Sanderson's gaze.

He whispered to Sanderson, for in the latter's eyes he saw signs of a cold resolve to sift the matter to the bottom: "Look here, Square; I sure don't want none of your game.

Things has been goin' sorta offish for me for a while, an' so when I meets a guy a while ago who tells me to 'git' a guy named Will Bransford--pointin' you out to me when your back was turned--I takes him up.

I wasn't figurin'-- --" "Who told you to get Bransford ?" demanded Sanderson.
"A guy named Dale," whispered Colton.
Sanderson turned swiftly.