I wanted to tell you that I'm going to knock him silly and get you out of this!" "Why ?" mocked Sanderson, lowly.
Owen's face grew redder.

"Oh, I know I've got something coming, but I'm going to get you out all the same.

I've got our horses and guns.
Be ready!" He slipped down.

Sanderson could hear his feet thud faintly on the sand outside.
Sanderson got into his clothes and stood at the cell door, waiting.
For a long time he heard no sound, but presently he caught the clank of a door, followed by a swift step, and Owen stood in the corridor before the cell door, a bunch of keys in his hand.
There was no word spoken.

Owen unlocked the door, Sanderson slipped out, Owen passed him the six-shooter he had lost in the barroom of the Okar Hotel, and the two slipped noiselessly down the corridor.
A minute later they were mounting the horses that Owen had brought, and shortly afterward they were moving like shadows away from the outskirts of Okar.
Not until they were well out in the big basin did either of them speak.
And then Sanderson said, shortly: "Silverthorn was tellin' me you gassed everything.