 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 had come out into the prairie to do business on the spot. An hour or two later, we saw him. A long string of box-drawn wagons piled high with hides. There was a man on horseback leading the train. We rode up to him. Hello there. That's quite a load you got, mister.