420 WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



"I'll go with you, but not with that crowd," 

 said I. 



"They are high muck-a-mucks, in with the 

 Government and every officer at every army post 

 will stand on his head to give us a good time." 



"They'll do that anyhow, and if you and I go 

 together there will be only two of us to divide the 

 game. Let's go by ourselves and I'll bet you 

 now that each one of us gets more game than that 

 whole crowd put together." 



If Ward had taken the bet he would have 

 lost it, for the big party got almost literally noth- 

 ing. 



We shucked off civilized clothing at Rawlins on 

 the Union Pacific, where we took a stage coach, 

 the wheels of which scarcely ceased to roll for two 

 days and a night when it delivered us at Fort 

 Washakie. The days were solid with dust and 

 the night was arctic on that stage, while feeding 

 places were from two to twenty hours apart with 

 nothing to eat at any of them. Ward and I had 

 shared experiences for so many years that little 

 of the past was left to talk of or listen to. Not 



