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Then, hurriedly, he saddled and bridled two horses and led them to where Mary was waiting on the porch. Mounting, they rode fast toward Okar the little man's face working nervously, a great eagerness in his heart to help the man for whom he had conceived a deep affection. Banker Maison had made no mistake when he had told Sanderson that Judge Graney was honest. Graney looked honest.
"I ain't takin' no chance of missin' him," Sanderson shot back at Nyland as they mounted their horses; "you fan it to Okar an' I'll head for his shack!" Nyland's agreement to this plan was manifested by his actions.
Then we'll take the whole bunch over to Okar and see what Judge Graney has to say about that warrant!" Sanderson looked at Mary Bransford, a huge grin on his face. She smiled stiffly at him in return, and nodded her head. Seemingly, it was the only way out of a bad predicament.
"Look here!" he suddenly said. But Sanderson did not turn. Silverthorn rattled a paper. "Here's a withdrawal slip on the Okar bank, calling for three thousand two hundred dollars, signed by Will Bransford. Barney Owen drew the money last night and blew it in gambling and drinking. He says he's been signing Bransford's name forging it at your orders.
Then he ran to his horse, tore the reins from the rail of the corral fence, mounted with the horse in a dead run, and raced toward Okar. Just before the dusk enveloped Okar, Banker Maison closed the desk in his private office and lit a cigar. He leaned back in the big desk chair, slowly smoking, a complacent smile on his lips, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.
This man was not a friend of Dale's, and one of the posse had told him of Dale's plan. Nyland mounted his horse again and headed it for the neck of the basin. In his heart was the same lust that had been there while he had been riding toward Okar.
Whenever crime and dishonesty raised their heads in Okar, Judge Graney pinned them to the wall with the sword of justice, and called upon all men to come and look upon his deeds. Maison, Silverthorn, and Dale and others of their ilk seldom called upon the judge for advice. They knew he did not deal in their kind.
"First you must come to Marentina," he said, "for a great change must be wrought in your appearance before you can hope to enter any city in Okar. You must have yellow faces and black beards, and your apparel and trappings must be those least likely to arouse suspicion. In my palace is one who can make you appear as truly yellow men as does Salensus Oll himself."
They reached the edge of the big level after a time, and filed through a narrow pass that led upward to a table-land. Again, after a time, they took a descending trail, which brought them down upon a big plain of grassland that extended many miles in all directions. Fringing the plain on the north was a range of hills that swept back to the mountains that guarded the neck of the big basin at Okar.
Apparently words were not important. For within the next few minutes there were few spoken. And progress was made without them. And then: "I believe I never was so happy as when I saw you, that morning, coming in to Okar with Dale's body, and you said you had not killed him.
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