And undoubtedly, if they had started toward the camp, they were by this time being punished for their dereliction.

They would make the camp, though, he was sure, for they had the wind at their backs, and they knew the trail.

He expected, any minute, to hear them at the door.

He grinned, his face a trifle grim as he anticipated their astonishment at finding him there, with the two fence cutters occupying the bunks.
He had not followed the herd to the Circle L shelters because he had had small hope of keeping close to the fence cutters in the storm.

And he had brought them back to the cabin to make sure of them.