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Owen grinned. "He's the man you're figuring to borrow money from to build your dam." "I'll talk with him tomorrow," said Sanderson. In their room Sanderson removed some of the stains of travel. Then, telling Owen he would see him at dusk, he went out into the street. Okar was buzzing with life and humming with activity when Sanderson started down the board walk.
Sanderson leaned closer to the man and spoke sharply to him. "Look here, Dale; you were at the Double A. What has become of Mary Bransford?" "She went away with Barney Owen to Okar. Nobody hurt her," he said, as he saw Sanderson's eyes glow. "She's all right she's with her brother."
As the guards dragged me away my heart was very sad and bitter indeed, for now to the two relentless enemies that had hounded her for so long another and a more powerful one had been added, for I would have been but a fool had I not recognized the sudden love for Dejah Thoris that had just been born in the terrible breast of Salensus Oll, Jeddak of Jeddaks, ruler of Okar.
As the nobles drew their blades and lifted them on high, in accordance with the ancient custom of Okar when a jeddak announces his intention to wed, Dejah Thoris sprang to her feet and, raising her hand aloft, cried in a loud voice that they desist. "I may not be the wife of Salensus Oll," she pleaded, "for already I be a wife and mother. John Carter, Prince of Helium, still lives.
The buildings mostly of one story did not interest Sanderson, for he had seen their kind many times, and his interest centered upon the people. "Different from Tombstone," he told Owen as the two entered the hotel. "Tombstone is cattle Okar is cattle and business. I sort of like cattle better." Owen grinned. "Cattle are too slow for some of Okar's men," he said.
The big problem to Sanderson, however, was the question of money. He was aware that a vast sum would be required. Nearly all the money he possessed would be sunk in the preliminary work, and he knew that if the work was to go on he must borrow money. He couldn't get money in Okar, he knew that. He rode to Lazette and talked with a banker there. The latter was interested, but unwilling to lend.
And his cold, amused grin disconcerted Dale. His voice, when he spoke, was gentle and drawling: "Was you thinkin' Miss Bransford is interested in warrants, Dale? Oh, don't! There's an honest judge in Okar, an' he ain't helpin' Maison's gang. Get back to Okar an' tell Maison that Sanderson ain't visitin' Okar today." "You ain't, eh!" Dale's voice snapped with rage.
Maison yearned for company, for he felt unaccountably depressed and morbid. It was as though some danger impended and instinct was warning him of it. But in the dead silence of Okar there was no suggestion of sound.
But the men could not see each other in the black shadows cast by the somber mountains that guarded the entrance to the basin, and so they sped on, one headed away from Okar and one toward it, each man nursing his bitter thoughts; one intent on killing and the other riding to escape the death that, he felt, was imminent. Dale reached the Bar D and pulled the saddle and bridle from his horse.
He pitied the man, but he felt no pang of regret, for Dale had brought his death upon himself. Sanderson wondered, standing there, looking down at Dale, whether he would have killed the man. He decided that he would have killed him. "But that ain't no reason why I should let him die after he's had an accident," he told himself. "I'll get him to Okar to the doctor.
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