The grin did not make his face attractive, for it reflected something of the cold, bitter humor and savage passion that had gripped his soul.
At noon the next day Sanderson, looking out of the window of his cell; heard a sound at the door.

He turned, to see Silverthorn standing in the corridor.
Silverthorn smiled blandly at him.
"Over it, I see," he said.

"They used you rather roughly, eh?
Well, they tell me you made them step some." Sanderson deliberately turned his back and continued to look out of the window.
"On your dignity, eh ?" sneered Silverthorn.

"Well, let me tell you something.

We've heard a lot about you--from Dal Colton and Barney Owen.