scalp that time, but years afterward I nearly lost it when I admitted
to my old foreman what had caused the stampede that afternoon. But I
was a trail boss then and had learned my lesson.”
The Rebel, who was encamped several miles up the creek, summoned his
men, and we all arose and scattered after our horses. There was quite a
cavalcade going our way, and as we halted within the light of the fires
for the different outfits to gather, Flood rode up, and calling
Forrest, said: “In the absence of any word from old man Don, we might
as well all pull out in the morning. More than likely we’ll hear from
him at Grinnell, and until we reach the railroad, the Buford herds had
better take the lead. I’ll drag along in the rear, and if there’s
another move made from Dodge, you will have warning. Now, that’s about
all, except to give your cattle plenty of time; don’t hurry. S’long,
fellows.”
CHAPTER XI.
ALL IN THE DAY’S WORK
The next morning the herds moved out like brigades of an army on
dress-parade. Our front covered some six or seven miles, the Buford
cattle in the lead, while those intended for Indian delivery naturally
fell into position on flank and rear. My beeves had enjoyed a splendid
rest during the past week, and now easily took the lead in a steady
walk, every herd avoiding the trail until necessity compelled us to
reenter it. The old pathway was dusty and merely pointed the way, and
until rain fell to settle it, our intention was to give it a wide
berth. As the morning wore on and the herds drew farther and farther
apart, except for the dim dust-clouds of ten thousand trampling feet on
a raw prairie, it would have been difficult for us to establish each
other’s location. Several times during the forenoon, when a swell of
the plain afforded us a temporary westward view, we caught glimpses of
Forrest’s cattle as they snailed forward, fully five miles distant and
barely noticeable under the low sky-line. The Indian herds had given us
a good start in the morning, and towards evening as the mirages lifted,
not a dust-signal was in sight, save one far in our lead.
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