Then he stepped back and surveyed his work with satisfaction.

It would be a pretty job to file through that chain, or to knock down those ponderous rails of the fence and make a gap.

A smile of satisfaction came on the face of Buck Daniels, then, hitching at his belt, and pulling his sombrero lower over his eyes, he started once more to find Dan Barry.
He was more in haste now, for the sun was dipping behind the mountains of the west and the long shadows moved along the ground with a perceptible speed.

When he reached the street he found a steady drift of people towards O'Brien's barroom.

They came by ones and twos and idled in front of the swinging doors or slyly peeked through them and then whispered one to the other.