Three thousand two hundred.

And I've got four thousand that belongs to that four-flusher, Square Deal.

Seven thousand." He laughed again.
"Where is Sanderson ?" questioned the girl.
"In jail, over in Okar." Dale paused long enough to enjoy the girl's distress.

Then he continued: "Owen is in jail, too, by this time.
Silverthorn and Maison are not taking any chances on letting him go around loose." "Sanderson in jail!" gasped Mary.

She seemed to droop; she staggered to a chair and sank into it, still looking at Dale, despair in her eyes.
Dale got up and walked to a point directly in front of her, looking down at her, triumphantly.
"That's what," he said.