Understand?
Maison will swear you signed the withdrawal slip and got the money.

We'll prove that you are not Bransford, and you'll go to the Las Vegas pen for twenty years! Now, let's talk business!" Sanderson turned.

There was a mirthless grin on his face.

He spoke loudly, calling the jailer.
When the latter appeared in the corridor beside Silverthorn, Sanderson addressed him without looking at the other: "You ain't on your job a heap, are you?
There's a locoed coyote barkin' at me through the door, there.

Run him out, will you--he's disturbin' me plenty." He turned from the door, stretched himself on the cot, and with his face to the wall listened while Silverthorn cursed..