I chuckled and sat on my heels out of the drip.
First came Jed Parker, his head bent to protect the fire in his pipe.
He gained the very centre of the cave before he looked up.
Then he cast one glance at each bed, and one at me.

His grave, hawk-like features relaxed.

A faint grin appeared under his long moustache.

Without a word he squatted down beside me.
Next the Cattleman.

He looked about him with a comical expression of dismay, and burst into a hearty laugh.
"I believe I said I was sorry for those other fellows," he remarked.
Windy Bill was the last.