You got that seven thousand on you ?" Dale hesitated, then nodded.
Sanderson spoke to Mary Bransford without removing his gaze from Dale: "Get pen, ink, an' paper." The girl moved quickly into another room, returning almost instantly with the articles requested.
"Sit down an' write what I tell you to," directed Sanderson.
Dale dropped into a chair beside a center-table, took up the pen, poised it over the paper, and looked at Sanderson.
"I am hereby returning to Deal Sanderson the seven thousand two hundred dollars I stole from, him," directed Sanderson.

"I am doing this of my own accord--no one is forcin' me," went on Sanderson.

"I want to add that I hereby swear that the charge of drawin' a gun on Silverthorn was a frame-up, me an' Silverthorn an' Maison bein' the guilty parties," finished Sanderson.
"Now," he added, when Dale had written as directed, "sign it." Dale signed and stood up, his face aflame with rage.
"I'll take the money--now," said Sanderson.
Dale produced it from various pockets, laying it on the table.

He said nothing.

Mary Bransford stood a little distance away, watching silently.
"Count it, Miss Bransford," said Sanderson when Dale had disgorged the money.
The two men stood silent as the girl fingered the bills.