The barn's half full," replied Meeker, as he turned away.
"Come on in." "No.

We'll wait till you've gone." When Meeker had gone, Isbel and his men sat their horses and looked about them and spoke low.

Their advent had been expected, and the little town awoke to the imminence of the impending battle.

Inside Meeker's house there was the sound of indistinct voices of women and the bustle incident to a hurried vacating.
Across the wide road people were peering out on all sides, some hiding, others walking to and fro, from fence to fence, whispering in little groups.

Down the wide road, at the point where it turned, stood Greaves's fort-like stone house.