Lawson came hustling in with the horses.

Jim busied himself around the campfire.

My fingers nearly froze while I saddled my horse.
At five o'clock we were trotting up the slope of Buckskin, bound for the section of ruined rim wall where we had encountered the convention of cougars.

Hoping to save time, we took a short cut, and were soon crossing deep ravines.
The sunrise coloring the purple curtain of cloud over the canyon was too much for me, and I lagged on a high ridge to watch it, thus falling behind my more practical companions.

A far-off "Waa-hoo!" brought me to a realization of the day's stern duty and I hurried Satan forward on the trail.
I came suddenly upon our leader, leading his horse through the scrub pinyon on the edge of the canyon, and I knew at once something had happened, for he was closely scrutinizing the ground.
"I declare this beats me all hollow!" began Jones.