"Comin' ?" "I'm smokin' a cigarette first," said Calumet.

"Mebbe two," he added as an afterthought.
He watched Malcolm go in; saw the light from the lamp on the table in the kitchen flare its light out through the kitchen door as Dade entered; heard the door close.

The lamp still burned after he had seen Dade's shadow vanish, and he knew that Dade had gone upstairs.

Dade had left the light burning for him.
Alone, Calumet rolled the cigarette he had promised himself, lit it, and then, in the flood of moonlight, walked slowly around the bunkhouse, estimating the material and work that would be necessary to repair it.

Then, puffing at his cigarette, he made a round of the corral fence.