He walked and watched eagerly.

He could find no trace of anything, yet he felt a tense nervousness, as if trouble might be brooding.

He examined every section of the wire, and kept watchful eyes on the grasses of the swale, in an effort to discover if anyone had passed through them; but he could discover no trace of anything to justify his fears.
He tilted his hat brim to shade his face and looked for his chickens.
They were hanging almost beyond sight in the sky.
"Gee!" he said.

"If I only had your sharp eyes and convenient location now, I wouldn't need be troubling so." He reached his room and cautiously scanned the entrance before he stepped in.

Then he pushed the bushes apart with his right arm and entered, his left hand on the butt of his favorite revolver.