"Do you think he's still here?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I dunno. I'll stay here till I find him among the trees or he breaks away into the open."
"How'll you know when he leaves the willows?"
Whistling Dan was puzzled.
"I dunno," he answered. "Somethin' will tell me when he gets far away from me—he an' his men."
"It's an inner sense, eh? Like the smell of the bloodhound?" said
Calder, but his eyes were strangely serious.
"This day's about done," he went on. "Have you any objections to me camping with you here?"
Not a cowpuncher within five hundred miles but would be glad of such redoubted company. They went back to Calder's horse.