As the men wormed their way back through the scrub, and around the hill, thin streams of water began to trickle from the tank.
"If we have t' stick 'round awhile, we'll leave 'em some thirsty, anyhow," said Walt.
Volleys of harmless shots had followed their creeping course, for at five hundred yards it is hard to hit an object on the ground--especially when it is protected by scrub.
Under cover of the steep hills the cattlemen waited for night.

There was no sign of attack from the hills.

Evidently the sheepmen were keeping their forces in the house during the daylight hours.

After a brief twilight the night fell, cloudy and very dark.

And Mart Cooley had formed another plan.
One of the men knew the lay of the canyon.