"Guess I better happen around to-morrow evening.

They won't be back--not if they bring it with 'em." While he waited for the guard to come in, he eyed the corral and its immediate neighborhood, and afterward inspected the cloud-flecked sky.
"Corral shows a bunch of stock has been penned here," he muttered.

"But the wind'll raise before sun-up.

I guess it'll be all right." The sentinel came trotting around the corner.

"How many ?" he asked, riding alongside the other.
"Fifteen, all told.