Sanderson saw a man of medium height with a rather well-rounded stomach, sloping shoulders, and a sleek, well-fed appearance.

His cheeks were full and florid, his lips large and loose; his eyes cold, calculating, and hard.
Silverthorn saw a lean-faced, broad-shouldered young man with a strong chin, a firm mouth, and an eye that fixed him with a steady, unwavering interest.
By the gleam in Sanderson's eyes Silverthorn divined that he was in the presence of a strong, opposing force, and he drew a slow, deep breath.
"Well ?" he said, again.
"You're Dave Silverthorn ?" The other nodded.

"What can I do for you ?" he questioned.
"You can listen while I talk," said Sanderson.
"I'm Will Bransford, of the Double A.

I have heard from several sources that you an' Alva Dale are after the title to the Double A.
You want the water-rights.

You can't have them.