go to hell in a hand-basket for all they cared. Their bond to the
government does me no good, and beyond that they are
irresponsible. Beeves have broken from four to five dollars a
head, and unless I can deliver these Buford herds on my contract,
they will lose me fifty thousand dollars."

"Have you any intimation that they expect to buy in other
cattle?" I inquired.

"Yes. I have had a detective in my employ ever since my
suspicions were aroused. There are two parties in Dodge this very
minute with the original contract, properly assigned, and they
are looking for cattle to fill it. That's why I'm stopping here
and lying low. I couldn't explain it to you sooner, but you
understand now why I drove those Buford herds in different road
brands. Tom, we're up against it, and we've got to fight the
devil with fire. Henceforth your name will be Tom McIndoo, your
herd will be the property of the Marshall estate, and their
agent, my detective, will be known as Charles Siringo. Any money
or supplies you may need in Dodge, get in the usual form through
the firm of Wright, Beverly & Co.--they understand. Hold your
herd out south on Mulberry, and Siringo will have notice and be
looking for you, or you can find him at the Dodge House. I've
sent a courier to Fort Elliott to meet Dave and Quince, and once
I see them, I'll run up to Ogalalla and wait for you. Now, until
further orders, remember you never knew a man by the name of Don
Lovell, and by all means don't forget to use what wits Nature
gave you."