Yes, the water was holding out all right, and the horses came to water every night about sundown, or else early in the morning before the flies got too bad.

His cold was better, and he didn't need a thing that he knew of.

And good-bye, Mr.Selmer.
He went out, very well satisfied with himself; re-tied the door carefully with Johnny's own peculiar kind of hitch, stooped and felt the hard-packed earth to make sure he had not inadvertently dropped a cigarette butt that might possibly betray him, and rolled a fresh smoke before leaving for home.

He had just lighted it and was moving away toward the creek when the telephone jingled a second summons.

He would have to answer it, of course.