My brother Bob's camp was just above us on the creek, and a few miles nearer town.As his wagon expected to go in after supplies the next morning, a cavalcade of fifteen men from the two outfits preceded it.My horse-wrangler had made arrangements with the cook to look after his charges, and in anticipation of the day before him, had our mounts corralled before sun-up.Bob's wrangler was also with us, and he and Levering quarreled all the way in about the respective merits of each one's remuda.A match was arranged between the two horses which they were riding, and on reaching a straight piece of road, my man won it and also considerable money.But no matter how much we differed among ourselves, when the interests of our employer were at stake, we were a unit.On reaching town, our numbers were augmented by fully twenty more from the other Lovell outfits, including the three foremen.My old bunkie, The Rebel, nearly dragged me from my horse, while Forrest and I forgot past differences over a social glass.And then there was Flood, my first foreman, under whom I served my apprenticeship on the trail, the same quiet, languid old Jun.The various foremen and their outfits were aware of the impending trouble over the Buford delivery, and quietly expressed their contempt for such underhand dealings.Quince Forrest had spent the evening before in town, and about midnight his herd of "Drooping T's" were sold at about the same figures as mine, except five thousand more earnest-money, and the privilege of the buyers placing their own foreman in charge thereafter.
Forrest further reported that the fiscal agent and the strangers had started to meet Sponsilier early that morning, and that the probability of all the herds moving out in a few days was good.
Seay and his charge were still absent, and the programme, as outlined, was working out nicely.With the exception of Forrest and myself, the other foremen were busy looking after their outfits, while Bob Quirk had his wagon to load and start on its return.Quince confided to me that though he had stayed on Duck Creek the night before, his herd would noon that day on Saw Log, and camp that evening on the next creek north.When pressed for his reasons, he shrugged his shoulders, and with a quiet wink, said: "If this new outfit put a man over me, just the minute we get out of the jurisdiction of this county, off his horse he goes and walks back.If it's Tolleston, the moment he sees me and recognizes my outfit as belonging to Lovell, he'll raise the long yell and let the cat out.When that happens, I want to be in an unorganized country where a six-shooter is the highest authority." The idea was a new one to me, and I saw the advantage of it, but could not move without Siringo's permission, which Forrest had.Accordingly about noon, Quince summoned his men together, and they rode out of town.Looking up a map of Ford County, I was delighted to find that my camp on Saw Log was but a few miles below the north line.
Among the boys the day passed in riotousness.The carousing was a necessary stimulant after the long, monotonous drive and exposure to the elements.Near the middle of the forenoon, Flood and The Rebel rounded up their outfits and started south for the Mulberry, while Bob Quirk gathered his own and my lads preparatory to leaving for the Saw Log.I had agreed to remain on guard for that night, for with the erratic turn on Tolleston's part, we were doubly cautious.But when my outfit was ready to start, Runt Pickett, the feisty little rascal, had about twenty dollars in his possession which he insisted on gambling away before leaving town.Runt was comfortably drunk, and as Bob urged humoring him, I gave my consent, provided he would place it all at one bet, to which Pickett agreed.Leaving the greater part of the boys holding the horses, some half-dozen of us entered the nearest gambling-house, and Runt bet nineteen dollars "Alec" on the first card which fell in a monte lay-out.To my chagrin, he won.My brother was delighted over the little rascal's luck, and urged him to double his bet, but Pickett refused and invited us all to have a drink.Leaving this place, we entered the next gaming-hall, when our man again bet nineteen dollars alec on the first card.Again he won, and we went the length of the street, Runt wagering nineteen dollars alec on the first card for ten consecutive times without losing a bet.In his groggy condition, the prospect of losing Pickett's money was hopeless, and my brother and I promised him that he might come back the next morning and try to get rid of his winnings.
