All through the night, however, there were twelve men on guard, of whom three were in the cabin.
At daybreak a shot from one of the guards awakened every man within hearing, and soon they romped and scampered down to the river's edge to indulge in the luxury of a morning plunge.

After an hour's horseplay they trooped back to the cabin and soon had breakfast out of the way.
Waffles, foreman of the O-Bar-O, and You-bet Somes strolled over to the seven unfortunates who had just completed a choking breakfast and nodded a hearty "Good morning." Then others came up and finally all moved off toward the river.

Crossing it, they disappeared into the grove and all sounds of their advance grew into silence.
Mr.Trendley, escorted outside for the air, saw the procession as it became lost to sight in the brush.

He sneered and asked for a smoke, which was granted.

Then his guards were changed and the men began to straggle back from the grove.
Mr.Trendley, with his back to the cabin, scowled defiantly at the crowd that hemmed him in.