He did mount and ride away as far as the mouth of the coulee.

But that night he spent in the loft over the shop, and he did not sleep five minutes during the night.

Most of the time he spent leaning against his rolled bedding, smoking and gazing at the silent house where Jean slept.

You may interpret that as you will.
Jean did not see or hear anything more of him, until about four o'clock the next afternoon, when he drove calmly up to the house and deposited Hepsibah Atwood upon the kitchen steps.

He did not wait for Jean to order them away.