Each man carried a saddle, which he put on a horse.

Then they mounted and rode away.
A cloud moved away, like a curtain, and a full moon shed its light over the scene and into the window.

The hour must have been late, for the moon was low.

Whitey turned and looked at Injun, who was stolidly watching the riders disappear.
"Can you beat that ?" Whitey demanded.

"String Beans walked as well as any one.