"I reckon I'll let you do the plannin' after this." "All right," said Silverthorn, mollified.

"Have you set Morley on Barney Owen ?" "Owen was goin' right strong a few minutes after this Bransford guy left him," grinned Dale.
"All right," said Silverthorn, "go ahead the way we planned it.

But don't have our friend killed." When Sanderson entered the hotel the clerk was alone in the office pondering over the register.
Dusk had fallen, and the light in the office was rather dim.

Through the archway connecting the office with the saloon came a broad beam of light from a number of kerosene lamps.

From beyond the archway issued the buzz of voices and the clink of glasses; peering through the opening Sanderson could see that the barroom was crowded.
Sanderson mounted the stairs leading from the office.