It was intentionally late in the day when we reached Dodge.My horse, which I was leading, gave considerable trouble while returning, compelling us to drive slow.The buyers repeatedly complained that dinner would be over at their hotel, but the detective knew of a good restaurant and promised all of us a feast.On reaching town, we drove to the stable where the rig belonged, and once free of the horses, Siringo led the way to a well-known night-and-day eating-house on a back street.No sooner had we entered the place than I remembered having my wagon in town, and the necessity of its reaching camp before darkness made my excuse imperative.I hurried around to the outfitting house and found the order filled and all ready to load into the wagon.
But Parent was missing, and in skirmishing about to locate him, Imet my brother Bob.Tolleston had arrived, but his presence had not been discovered until after Seay reached town.Archie was fairly well "organized" and had visited the hotel where the buyers were stopping, leaving word for them of his arrival.My brother and Seay had told him that they had met, down the trail that morning, two cattle buyers by the name of Field and Radcliff; that they were inquiring for a herd belonging to Tom Coleman, which was believed to be somewhere between Dodge and the Cimarron River.The two had assured Tolleston that the buyers might not be back for a week, and suggested a few drinks in memory of old times.As Archie was then three sheets in the wind, his effacement, in the hands of two rounders like Dorg Seay and Bob Quirk, was an easy matter.
Once the wagon was loaded and started for camp, I returned to the restaurant.The dinner was in progress, and taking the vacant scat, I lifted my glass with great regularity as toast after toast was drunk.Cigars were ordered, and with our feet on the table, the fiscal agent said: "Gentlemen, this is a mere luncheon and don't count.But if I'm able to sell you my other two beef herds, why, I'll give you a blow-out right.We'll make it six-handed -the three trail foremen and ourselves--and damn the expense so long as the cattle are sold.Champagne will flow like water, and when our teeth float, we'll wash our feet in what's left."At a late hour the dinner ended.We were all rather unsteady on our feet, but the pock-marked detective and myself formed a guard of honor in escorting the buyers to their hotel, when an officious clerk attempted to deliver Tolleston's message.But anticipating it, I interrupted his highness and informed him that we had met the party; I was a thousand times obliged to him for his kindness, and forced on him a fine cigar, which had been given me by Bob Wright of the outfitting store.While Siringo and the buyers passed upstairs, I entertained the office force below with an account of the sale of my herd, constantly referring to my new employers.The fiscal agent returned shortly, bought some cigars at the counter, asked if he could get a room for the night, in case he was detained in town, and then we passed out of the hotel.This afforded me the first opportunity to notify Siringo of the presence of Tolleston, and I withheld nothing which was to his interest to know.But he was impatient to learn if the draft had been accepted, and asking me to bring my brother to his room within half an hour, he left me.
It was growing late in the day.The sun had already set when Ifound my brother, who was anxious to return to his camp for the night.But I urged his seeing Siringo first, and after waiting in the latter's room some time, he burst in upon us with a merry chuckle."Well, the draft was paid all right," said he ; "and this is Bob Quirk.Boys, things are coming nicely.This fellow Tolleston is the only cloud in the sky.If we can keep him down for a week, and the other herds come in shortly, I see nothing to thwart our plans.Where have you picketed Tolleston?" "Around in Dutch Jake's crib," replied Bob.
"That's good," continued the fiscal agent, "and I'll just drop in to-night and see the madam.A little money will go a long way with her, and in a case like this, the devil himself would be a welcome ally.You boys stay in town as much as you can and keep Tolleston snowed deep, and I'll take the buyers down the trail in the morning and meet the herds coming up."My brother returned to his camp, and Siringo and I separated for the time being.In '84 Dodge, the Port Said of the plains, was in the full flower of her wickedness.Literally speaking, night was turned into day in the old trail town, for with the falling of darkness, the streets filled with people.Restaurants were crowded with women of the half-world, bar-rooms thronged with the wayfaring man, while in gambling and dance halls the range men congregated as if on special invitation.The familiar bark of the six-shooter was a matter of almost nightly occurrence; a dispute at the gaming table, a discourteous word spoken, or the rivalry for the smile of a wanton was provocation for the sacrifice of human life.Here the man of the plains reverted to and gave utterance to the savagery of his nature, or, on the other hand, was as chivalrous as in the days of heraldry.
