But sunrise found
us again in our saddles, and by the middle of the forenoon we
were breakfasting with our friends in Miles City.
Fort Keogh was but a short distance up the river. That military
interference had been secured through fraud and deception, there
was not the shadow of a doubt. During the few hours which we
spent in Miles, the cattle interests were duly aroused, and a
committee of cowmen were appointed to call on the post commander
at Keogh with a formidable protest, which would no doubt be
supplemented later, on the return of the young lieutenant and his
troopers. During our ride the night before, Sponsilier and I had
discussed the possibility of arousing the authorities at
Glendive. Since it was in the neighborhood of one hundred miles
from Powderville to the former point on the railroad, the herds
would consume nearly a week in reaching there. A freight train
was caught that afternoon, and within twenty-four hours after
leaving the quarantine camp on the Powder River, we had opened
headquarters at the Stock Exchange Saloon in Glendive. On
arriving, I deposited one hundred dollars with the proprietor of
that bar-room, with the understanding that it was to be used in
getting an expression from the public in regard to the question
of Texas fever. Before noon the next day, Dave Sponsilier and Tom
Quirk were not only the two most popular men in Glendive, but
quarantine had been decided on with ringing resolutions.
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