And then, instead of driving them direct to Lester's he made camp just on the other side of Devil's Hole--three or four miles, Morley said.

I don't know what for, except that maybe he's decided to give Sanderson the steers he'd taken from him--the damned fool! You've got to break him, Maison, for disobeying orders!" "I'll attend to him," said Maison.
"That's the reason we didn't go through Devil's Hole to see what had become of Sanderson," resumed Dale.

"We was afraid of running into the sheriff, and him, being the kind of a fool he is, would likely have wanted to know what had happened.

I thought it better to sneak off without letting him see us than to do any explaining." Silverthorn looked at his watch.

"Morley and the others ought to be here pretty soon," he said.
"They're late as it is," grumbled Dale.