together, the presence of Archie Tolleston in Dodge was not at
all favorable to the working out of our plans. "And Arch isn't
the man to forget a humiliation," concluded Bob, to which I
agreed.

The next morning I rode across to the Saw Log, and up that creek
beyond all the herds. The best prospect for a camp was nearly due
north opposite us, as the outfit lowest down the stream expected
to start for the Platte the next morning. Having fully made up my
mind to move camp, I rode for town, taking dinner on Duck Creek,
which was also littered with cattle and outfits. I reached town
early in the afternoon, and after searching all the hotels,
located the fiscal agent in company with the buyers at the Lone
Star saloon. They were seated around a table, and Mr. Field,
noticing my entrance, beckoned me over and offered a chair. As I
took the proffered seat, both strangers turned on me, and Mr.
Radcliff said: "McIndoo, this agent of yours is the hardest man I
ever tried to trade with. Here we've wasted the whole morning
dickering, and are no nearer together than when we started. The
only concession which Mr. Siringo seems willing to admit is that
cattle are off from three to five dollars a head, while we
contend that heavy beeves are off seven dollars."

"Excuse me for interrupting," said the fiscal agent, "but since
you have used the words HEAVY BEEVES, either one of you ask Mac,
here, what those 'Open A's' will dress to-day, and what they
ought to gain in the next three months on good grass and water.
There he sits; ask him."

Mr. Field explained that they had also differed as to what the