 We spent the night in Tom Mercer's camp, and at dawn, just after breakfast, we said goodbye and rode on west. In the next two days, we met plenty of hunters, but we didn't find Catliff. About noon of the third day, we cut the trail of a wagon train and figured it to be that of a hide buyer's agent who would come out into the prairie to do business on the spot. An hour or two later, we saw him.