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 clump
of cottonwoods where the wagon would be found, seven of us turned and
rode back for Ogalalla. With picked mounts under us, we avoided the
other cattle which could be seen grazing northward, and when fully
halfway to town, there before us on the brink of the mesa loomed up the
lead of a herd. I soon recognized Jack Splann on the point, and taking
a wide circle, dropped in behind him, the column stretching back a mile
and coming up the bluffs, forty abreast like an army in loose marching
order. I was proud of those “Open A’s;” they were my first herd, and
though in a hurry to reach town, I turned and rode back with them for
fully a mile.
Splann was acting under orders from Flood, who had met him at the ford
that morning. If the cattle were in the possession of any deputy
sheriff, they had failed to notify Jack, and the latter had already
started for the North Platte of his own accord. The “Drooping T” cattle
were in the immediate rear under Forrest’s segundo, and Splann urged me
to accompany him that forenoon, saying: “From what the boys said this
morning, Dave and Paul will not be given a hearing until two o’clock
this afternoon. I can graze beyond the North Fork by that time, and
then we’ll all go back together. Flood’s right behind here with the
‘Drooping T’s,’ and I think it’s his intention to go all the way to the
river. Drop back and see him.”
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