Both sat upright in the straw and rubbed their eyes.

Whitey didn't wait to see if any more were coming, or even to think of where he was going.

He fled.
Instinct took him toward the ranch house, and good fortune brought Bill Jordan out of the door at the same moment.
"Bill!" yelled Whitey, "there's two men in the straw stack!" Bill did not appear unduly excited.

"They ain't eatin' the straw, are they ?" he inquired.
"No, but they look awfully tough, and they nearly gave me heart-disease," Whitey panted.
"If tough-lookin' folks could give me heart-disease, I'd of bin dead long ago," Bill responded.

"Let's go an' size 'em up." Bill strolled to the stack with Whitey.