The man Robbins grumbled from saddle to saddle and gathered canteens.

As he filled them from the supply pipe directly above Mr.Pringle's head, he set them on the ground within easy reach of Mr.Pringle's hand.
Acting on this hint Mr.Pringle's hand withdrew a canteen, quite unostentatiously.

An unnecessary precaution, as it turned out; Mr.
Robbins, having filled that batch, went to the horses farther down the troughs to look for more canteens.

So Pringle wriggled out with his canteen, selected a horse, and rode quietly through the open gate.
"Going already ?" called Robbins as he passed.
Secure under cover of darkness, Pringle answered in the voice of one who, riding, eats: "Yes, indeedy; I ain't no hawg.

Wasn't much hungry nohow!".