He saw Dale still standing in the doorway.
Dale was grinning coldly, and Sanderson knew he suspected what had been whispered by Colton.

But before Sanderson could move, Dale's voice was raised loudly and authoritatively: "Arrest that man--quick!" A man behind Sanderson lunged forward, twisting Sanderson around with the impetus of the movement.

Off his balance, Sanderson saw three or four other men dive toward Colton.

He saw Colton reach for the weapon he had previously sheathed; saw the weapon knocked from his hand.
Four men seized Colton, and he struggled helplessly in their grasp as he was dragged away, his face working malignantly as he looked back at Dale.
"Double-crossed!" he yelled; "you damned, grinnin' coyote!" A crowd had gathered; Sanderson shouldered his way toward Dale and faced him.

Sanderson's face was white with rage, but his voice was cold and steady as he stood before Dale.
"So that's the way you work, is it, Dale?
I'll give you what you was goin' to pay Colton, if you'll pull your gun right now!" Dale's smile was maddeningly insolent.
"Bah!" he said, "I'm an officer of the law.