had all kinds of money, and wouldn't allow no one but themselves
to spend a cent. The biggest one of the two--the one who gave you
the cigar--would say to my boss: 'Sponsilier, you're a trail
foreman from Texas--one of Don Lovell's boss men--but you're
under arrest; your cattle are in my possession this very minute.
You understand that, don't you? Very well, then; everybody come
up and have a drink on the sheriff's office.' That was about the
talk in every saloon and dance-hall visited. But when we proposed
starting back to camp, about midnight, the big deputy said to
Flood: 'I want you to tell Colonel Lovell that I hold a warrant
for his arrest; urge him not to put me to the trouble of coming
out after him. If he had identified himself to me this afternoon,
he could have slept on a goose-hair bed to-night instead of out
there on the mesa, on the cold ground. His reputation in this
town would entitle him to three meals a day, even if he was under
arrest. Now, we'll have one more, and tell the damned old rascal
that I'll expect him in the morning.'"

We rode out the watch together. On returning to Flood's camp,
they had found Don Lovell awake. The old man was pleased with the
report, but sent me no special word except to exercise my own
judgment. The cattle were tired after their long tramp of the day
before, the outfit were saddle weary, and the first rays of the
rising sun flooded the mesa before men or animals offered to
arise. But the duties of another day commanded us anew, and with
the cook calling us, we rose to meet them. I was favorably
impressed with Tupps as a segundo, and after breakfast suggested
that he graze the cattle over to the North Platte, cross it, and
make a permanent camp. This was agreed to, half the men were
excused for the day, and after designating, beyond the river, a