which, springy and stretching, overhauled the herd in the course
of several miles.

A dash, a swirl, a shock, a leap, horse and hunter working in
perfect accord, and a fine big calf, bellowing lustily, struggled
desperately for freedom under the remorseless knee. The big hands
toyed with him; and then, secure in the double knots, the calf
lay still, sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes, with the
coat of the hunter tucked under his bonds to keep away the
wolves.

The race had but begun; the horse had but warmed to his work; the
hunter had but tasted of sweet triumph. Another hopeful of a
buffalo mother, negligent in danger, truant from his brothers,
stumbled and fell in the enmeshing loop. The hunter's vest,
slipped over the calf's neck, served as danger signal to the
wolves. Before the lumbering buffalo missed their loss, another
red and black baby kicked helplessly on the grass and sent up
vain, weak calls, and at last lay still, with the hunter's boot
tied to his cords.

Four! Jones counted them aloud, add in his mind, and kept on.
Fast, hard work, covering upward of fifteen miles, had begun to
tell on herd, horse and man, and all slowed down to the call for
strength. The fifth time Jones closed in on his game, he
encountered different circumstances such as called forth his
cunning.

The herd had opened up; the mothers had fallen back to the rear;
the calves hung almost out of sight under the shaggy sides of