reckon my work is all done. Field and Radcliff didn't feel like
talking business this morning, at least until they had shown the
financial member their purchases, both real and prospective. Yes,
they took the fat Colonel and Tolleston with them and started for
your camp with a two-seated rig. From yours they expect to drive
to Forrest's camp, and then meet Sponsilier on the way coming
back. No; I declined a very pressing invitation to go along--you
see my mixed herds might come in any minute. And say, that man
Tolleston was there in a hundred places with the big
conversation; he claims to have been kidnapped, and was locked up
for the last four days. He says he whipped your man Seay, but
couldn't convince the authorities of his innocence until last
night, when they set him free. According to his report, Seay's in
jail yet at a little town down the road called Kinsley. Now, I'm
going to take a conveyance to Spearville, and catch the first
train out of there East. Settle my bill with this hotel, and say
that I may be out of town for a few days, meeting a herd which
I'm expecting. When Tolleston recognizes all three of those
outfits as belonging to Don Lovell--well, won't there be hell to
pay? Yes, my work is all done."

I fully agreed with the detective that Archie would recognize the
remudas and outfits as Lovell's, even though the cattle were
road-branded out of the usual "Circle Dot." Siringo further
informed me that north of Ford County was all an unorganized
country until the Platte River was reached at Ogalalla, and
advised me to ignore any legal process served outside those
bounds. He was impatient to get away, and when he had put me in
possession of everything to our advantage, we wrung each other's
hands in farewell. As the drive outlined by the cattle buyers