Must have cash or won't send material.
THE BRANDER COMPANY.
A flicker of Sanderson's eyelids was all the emotion he betrayed to Williams.

The latter looked at him admiringly.
"By George," he said, "you take it like a major! In your shoes I'd get off my nag and claw up the scenery!" Sanderson smiled.

After telling the engineer to do as much as he could without the material, he rode on.
He had betrayed no emotion in the presence of Williams, but he was seething with passion.
Late the next afternoon he joined Carter and the outfit.

The men had made good use of their time, and when Sanderson arrived, the entire herd of cattle was massed on a broad level near the river.

They were milling impatiently, for the round-up had just been completed, and they were nervous over the unusual activity.
The cowboys, bronzed, lean, and capable, were guarding the herd, riding slowly around the fringe of tossing horns, tired, dusty, but singing their quaint songs.
Carter had sent the cook back to the ranchhouse during the afternoon to obtain supplies; and now the chuck wagon, with bulging sides, was standing near a fire at which the cook himself was preparing supper.
Carter grinned as Sanderson rode up.
"All ready!" he declared.