But they kept their eyes lowered, not looking at Lawler, for they felt that this surrender was not relished by him.

Caldwell almost jumped with astonishment when he felt Lawler's hands on his shoulders; and he looked hard at the other, wondering, vastly relieved when Lawler laughed.
"I reckon I don't blame you," said Lawler.

"It's a mighty blue outlook.
Winter is close, and they've got things pretty well blocked.

They figured on the late round-up, I reckon.

Sell to Warden and wind the thing up--that's the easiest way." Caldwell grasped Lawler's hand and shook it vigorously.
"I thought you'd show right disappointed over us givin' in, after what you tried to do, Lawler.