Enmity, hatred, evil intent, shone out of his eyes as they met Ferguson's.
Beyond the slight curl of the lips the latter gave no indication of feeling.

And after the exchange of glances he resumed eating, apparently unaware of Leviatt's existence.
Later, the men straggled from the bunkhouse, seeking the outdoors to smoke and talk.

Upon the bench just outside the door several of the men sat; others stood at a little distance, or lounged in the doorway.
With Rope, Ferguson had come out and was standing near the door, talking.
The talk was light, turning to trivial incidents of the day's work--things that are the monotony of the cowboy life.
Presently Leviatt came out and joined the group.

He stood near Ferguson, mingling his voice with the others.

For a little time the talk flowed easily and much laughter rose.