So that is what he did, with Rock to bear him willing company.
They met Dick and Curly on the way, and though Ford stopped them and suggested that they turn back also, neither would do so.

Curly intimated plainly that the joys of town were calling to him from afar, and that facing a storm was merely calculated to make his destination more alluring by contrast.

"Turn back with two months' wages burning up my inside pocket?
Oh, no!" he laughed, and rode on.

Dick did not say why, but he rode on also.

Ford turned in the saddle and looked after them, as they disappeared in a swirl of fine snow.
"That's what I ought to do," he said, "but I'm not going to do it, all the same." "Which only goes to prove," bantered Rock, "that the Double Cross pulls harder than all the preacher could tell you.