Jack gave in finally with a bad grace.
It was unfortunate that he went directly from his father's presence out to the corrals.

Some of the cowboys who had ridden all the day before and stood guard all night had just come in.

They were begrimed with dust, weary, and sleepy-eyed.
"This hyar outfit won't see my tracks no more," said one, disgustedly.
"I never kicked on doin' two men's work.

But when it comes to rustlin' day and night, all the time, I'm a-goin' to pass." "Turn in, boys, and sleep till we get back with the chuck-wagon," said Wilson Moore.

"We'll clean up that bunch to-day." "Ain't you tired, Wils ?" queried Bludsoe, a squat, bow-legged cowpuncher who appeared to be crippled or very lame.
"Me?
Naw!" grunted Moore, derisively.