Better delay, than ultimate failure, and Hughes' plan was the more practical way.

He lifted his head, his lips set with decision.
"You're right, old man.

We'll wait," he said sternly.

"Now to get ready.

Have you a corral ?" The other made a gesture with his hand.
"Twenty rod b'low, under the bluff." "We 'll drive the horses down, feed and water them.