they wished to look the cattle over again, the herd would cross
the river below old Fort Dodge about noon the next day. They
thanked me for the information, saying it was quite possible that
they might drive down, and discussing the matter we all passed
into the street. With the understanding that the prospect of
making a deal was not hopeless, Siringo excused himself, and we
strolled away together. No sooner was the coast clear than I
informed the detective of the arrival of my brother, putting him
in possession of every fact regarding Archie Tolleston. He
readily agreed with me that the recent break between the latter
and his former employer was a dangerous factor, and even went so
far as to say that Tolleston's posing as a trail-cutter at Doan's
Crossing was more than likely a ruse. I was giving the detective
a detailed description of Archie, when he stopped me and asked
what his special weaknesses were, if he had any. "Whiskey and
women," I replied. "That's good," said he, "and I want you to
send me in one of your best men in the morning--I mean one who
will drink and carouse. He can watch the trains, and if this
fellow shows up, we'll keep him soaked and let him enjoy himself.
Send me one that's good for a ten days' protracted drunk. You
think the other herds will be here within a few days? That's all
I want to know."

I reached camp a little before dark, and learned that Bob's herd
had dropped in just below us on the Mulberry. He expected to lie
over a few days in passing Dodge, and I lost no time in preparing
to visit his camp. While riding out that evening, I had made up
my mind to send in Dorg Seay, as he was a heady fellow, and in
drinking had an oak-tan stomach. Taking him with me, I rode down
the Mulberry and reached the lower camp just as my brother and