There were at least three; and, well aware of their character, he was only prudent in shying off, with the intention of avoiding them altogether.
But they were not the men to be bluffed in that fashion.

They were "out" for the inspector, and did not intend that such an opportunity should slip by unchallenged.
"Hello, pard!" called one of the trio, "where from and where going ?" This was a pointed demand, to which Mont Sterry made an equally pointed response.
"That is my own business; I will attend to it, and you may attend to yours." All this time he was keeping watch of their movements.

Their horses were still walking, but they were now coming straight toward him.

At a touch of the rein Queenie headed directly away, and her gait was about the same.

She acted as though she shared the thoughts of her master, who shrank from sending her off on a flying run, as would have been more prudent for him to do.
A brave man dislikes to flee, even when his better judgment tells him it is the only wise thing to do.
The night was so still that Sterry plainly heard the words of the men when talking to each other in an ordinary conversational tone.
"I believe that's him," said one of them, eagerly.
"It sounded like his voice, but he wouldn't leave the Whitneys at this time of night when she's there." "He's too free with his tongue, anyway; we'll make him show up." "Say, you! hold on a minute.