At the same time Mr.Harkless leaves Briscoes' goin' west.

It begins to rain.

He cuts across to the railroad to have a sure footing, and strikin' for the deepo for shelter--near place as any except Briscoes' where he'd said good-night already and prob'ly don't wish to go back, 'fear of givin' trouble or keepin' 'em up--anybody can understand that.

He comes along, and gets to where we are precisely at the time _they_ do, them comin' from town, him strikin' for it.

They run right into each other.