One look at Sanderson told Nyland what was in the latter's mind, and he
said:

"He's at the Bar D, most likely. We'll get him!"

"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. He said
nothing, but rode beside Sanderson for a mile or so, then he veered off
and rode at an angle which would take him to the neck of the basin,
while Sanderson, turning slightly northward, headed Streak for Dale's
ranch.

Halfway between the Double A and the neck of the basin, Nyland came
upon the sheriff and his posse. The posse halted Nyland, thinking he
might be Dale, but upon discovering the error allowed the man to
proceed--after he had told them that Sanderson was safe and was riding
toward the Bar D. Sanderson, Nyland said, was after Dale. He did not
say that he, too, wanted to see Dale.

"Dale!" mocked the sheriff, "Barney Owen hung him!"

"Dale's alive, an' in Okar--or somewhere!" Nyland flung back at them as
he raced toward town.

"I reckon we might as well go back," said the sheriff to his men. "The
clean-up has took place, an' it's all over--or Sanderson wouldn't be
back. We'll go back to Okar an' have a talk with Silverthorn. An'