Near-by were the forms of several cattle stretched upon the ground and sleeping.

One or two were still chewing their cuds, but the scene was suggestive of rest and quiet, the reverse of what he told his friend was coming.
The horses had drifted too far off to be visible, but it was certain they were within signal distance.

Rocks, stunted undergrowth, bushes, and the rich, luxuriant grass met the eye everywhere.

Thousands of cattle were scattered over an area of many acres, and, unless molested by dishonest persons, would be within ready reach when the time for the round-up arrived.

Neither eye nor ear could detect anything of the peril which the rancher believed impended with the same faith that he believed the sun would rise on the following morning.
That faith could not be shaken by the profound quiet.