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And if his own brother does say so , Bob Quirk never met the man who could drink him under the table . My herd started early for the Saw Log , and the wagon for town . Bob had agreed to go into Dodge in the morning , so Dorg stayed with our outfit and was to go in with me after crossing the river . We threaded our way through the other herds , and shortly before noon made an easy ford about a mile below old Fort Dodge . As we came down to the river , a carriage was seen on the farther bank , and I dropped from the point back to the drag end . Sure enough , as we trailed out , the fiscal agent and the buyers were awaiting me . `` Well , Mac , I sold your herd last night after you left , '' said Siringo , dejectedly .