Now if we can only get away with them hosses." They wormed their way forward to the edge of the road through a fringe of bushes, Westcott laden with the bundle.

Except for the sound of distant voices and an occasional loud laugh, the night was still.

They could almost hear their own breathing, and the crackle of a dry twig underfoot sounded to strained nerves like the report of a gun.
Crouching at the edge of the road they could see fairly well what was before them, as revealed by the lights shining forth through the dingy windows of the saloon.

The Red Dog was not more than a hundred yards away, and seemingly well patronised in spite of the fact that its owner and many of his parasites were busily engaged elsewhere.

The wide-open front gave view of much of the barroom including even a section of the bar.