第77章 IN QUARANTINE(1)

We reached Miles City shortly after midnight.It was the recognized cattle centre of Montana at that time, but devoid of the high-lights which were a feature of the trail towns.The village boasted the usual number of saloons and dance-houses, and likewise an ordinance compelling such resorts to close on the stroke of twelve.Lovell had been there before, and led the way to a well-known hostelry.The house was crowded, and the best the night clerk could do was to give us a room with two beds.This was perfectly satisfactory, as it was a large apartment and fronted out on an open gallery.Old man Don suggested we take the mattresses outside, but as this was my first chance to sleep in a bed since leaving the ranch in March, I wanted all the comforts that were due me.Sponsilier likewise favored the idea of sleeping inside, and our employer yielded, taking the single bed on retiring.The night was warm, and after thrashing around for nearly an hour, supposing that Dave and I were asleep, old man Don arose and quietly dragged his mattress outside.Our bed was soft and downy, but in spite of the lateness of the hour and having been in our saddles at dawn, we tossed about, unable to sleep.After agreeing that it was the mattress, we took the covering and pillows and lay down on the floor, falling into a deep slumber almost instantly."Well, wouldn't that jar your eccentric," said Dave to me the next morning, speaking of our inability to sleep in a bed."I slept in one in Ogalalla, and Iwasn't over-full either."

Lovell remained with us all the next day.He was well known in Miles City, having in other years sold cattle to resident cowmen.

The day was spent in hunting up former acquaintances, getting the lay of the land, and feeling the public pulse on the matter of quarantine on Southern cattle.The outlook was to our liking, as heavy losses had been sustained from fever the year before, and steps had already been taken to isolate all through animals until frost fell.Report was abroad that there were already within the jurisdiction of Montana over one hundred and fifty thousand through Texas cattle, with a possibility of one third that number more being added before the close of the season.That territory had established a quarantine camp on the Wyoming line, forcing all Texas stock to follow down the eastern side of the Powder River.Fully one hundred miles on the north, a dead-line was drawn from Powderville on that watercourse eastward to a spur of the Powder River Mountains, thus setting aside a quarantine ground ample to accommodate half a million cattle.Local range-riders kept all the native and wintered Texas cattle to the westward of the river and away from the through ones, which was easily done by riding lines, the Southern herds being held under constant control and hence never straying.The first Texas herds to arrive naturally traveled north to the dead-line, and, choosing a range, went into camp until frost relieved them.It was an unwritten law that a herd was entitled to as much grazing land as it needed, and there was a report about Miles City that the quarantine ground was congested with cattle halfway from Powderville to the Wyoming line.

The outlook was encouraging.Quarantine was working a hardship to herds along the old Powder River route, yet their enforced isolation was like a tempered wind to our cause and cattle, the latter then leisurely grazing across Dakota from the Little Missouri to the mouth of the Yellowstone.Fortune favored us in many respects.About Miles City there was no concealment of our mission, resulting in an old acquaintance of Lovell's loaning us horses, while old man Don had no trouble in getting drafts cashed to the amount of two thousand dollars.What he expected to do with this amount of money was a mystery to Dave and myself, a mystery which instantly cleared when we were in the privacy of our room at the hotel.

"Here, boys," said old man Don, throwing the roll of money on the bed, "divide this wad between you.There might be such a thing as using a little here and there to sweeten matters up, and making yourselves rattling good fellows wherever you go.Now in the first place, I want you both to understand that this money is clear velvet, and don't hesitate to spend it freely.Eat and drink all you can, and gamble a little of it if that is necessary.You two will saddle up in the morning and ride to Powderville, while I will lie around here a few days and try the market for cattle next year, and then go on to Big Horn on my way to the Crow Agency.Feel your way carefully; locate the herds of Field, Radcliff & Co., and throw everything in their way to retard progress.It is impossible to foretell what may happen, and for that reason only general orders can be given.And remember, I don't want to see that money again if there is any chance to use it."Powderville was a long day's ride from Miles City.By making an early start and resting a few hours at noon, we reached that straggling outpost shortly after nightfall.There was a road-house for the wayfaring man and a corral for his beast, a general store, opposition saloons, and the regulation blacksmith shop, constituting the business interests of Powderville.As arriving guests, a rough but cordial welcome was extended us by the keeper of the hostelry, and we mingled with the other travelers, but never once mentioning our business.I was uneasy over the money in our possession; not that I feared robbery, but my mind constantly reverted to it, and it was with difficulty that I refrained from continually feeling to see that it was safe.Sponsilier had concealed his in his boot, and as we rode along, contended that he could feel the roll chafing his ankle.Ihad tied two handkerchiefs together, and rolling my share in one of them, belted the amount between my overshirt and undershirt.