Nevertheless the work went forward unchecked.

The men of the other outfits cut their cattle into the stray-herd.

The latter was by now of considerable size, for this was the third week of the round-up.
Finally everyone expressed himself as satisfied.

The largely diminished main herd was now started forward by means of shrill cowboy cries and beating of quirts.

The cattle were only too eager to go.
From my position on a little rise above the stray-herd I could see the leaders breaking into a run, their heads thrown forward as they snuffed their freedom.