That they shuffled wearily down that hill with poor cows and unweaned calves straggling miserably behind the main body in "the drag herd," proved how well the boys had done the work which he had sent them out at daylight to do.
The boys had gone out, under the leadership of Applehead, who knew that range as he knew his own dooryard, just when daylight began to break coldly upon the storm that had come with the sunset.

Luck had already ridden out with them and had chosen his location for the blizzard scenes.
He had gone with them over every foot of that drive, and had told them just where the main body of riders was to fall back behind the ridge that would hide them from the camera, leaving Andy Green and the Native Son--since these were the two whom he always visualized in the scene--to come on alone in the wake of the herd.

Under the leadership of old Applehead, they had combed every draw that sheltered so much as a lone cow and calf.
Luck had told them to bring in every hoof they could spot and get over that ridge by ten o'clock.

He had a nervous dread of the storm breaking before noon, and his heart was set on getting that never-to-be-successfully-faked blizzard scene.

Realism ruled him absolutely, now that he was actually producing some of the big scenes of this picture.