about noon
The herd was moving out , and as Seay was working in the swing on the opposite side , we allowed the cattle to trail past , and then rode round and overtook him . The two had never met before , but old man Don warmed towards Dorg , who recited his experience in such an inimitable manner that our employer rocked in his saddle in spasms of laughter . Leaving the two together , I rode on ahead to look out the water , and when the herd came up near the middle of the afternoon , they were still inseparable . The watering over , we camped for the night several miles south of the railroad , the mixed herd having crossed it about noon . My guest of the past few days had come to a point requiring a decision and was in a quandary to know what to do . But when the situation had been thoroughly reviewed between Mr. Lovell and the Wyoming man , my advice was indorsed , -- to trust implicitly to his corporal , and be ready to relieve the outfit at the Platte . Saddles were accordingly shifted , and the stranger , after professing a profusion of thanks , rode away on the livery horse by which my employer had arrived .