On the tenth they gave him up--and he came.
They knew him first by the soft lowing of cattle.

Jed Parker, dazzled by the lamp, peered out from the door, and made him out dimly turning the animals into the corral.

A moment later his pony's hoofs impacted softly on the baked earth, he dropped from the saddle and entered the room.
"I'm late," said he briefly, glancing at the clock, which indicated ten; "but I'm here." His manner was quick and sharp, almost breathless, as though he had been running.
"Your cattle are in the corral: all of them.

Have you the money ?" "I have the money here," replied Buck Johnson, laying his hand against a drawer, "and it's ready for you when you've earned it.

I don't care so much for the cattle.