hundred feet, Faye said. Lieutenant Baldwin was close upon him then,
his horse looking very small and slender by the side of the grand
animal that was taking easy, swinging strides, apparently without
effort and without speed, his tongue lolling at one side. But we could
see that the pace was really terrific--that Lieutenant Baldwin was
freely using the spur, and that his swift thoroughbred was stretched
out like a greyhound, straining every muscle in his effort to keep up.
He was riding close to the buffalo on his left, with revolver in his
right hand, and I wondered why he did not shoot, but Faye said it
would be useless to fire then--that Lieutenant Baldwin must get up
nearer the shoulder, as a buffalo is vulnerable only in certain parts
of his body, and that a hunter of experience like Lieutenant Baldwin
would never think of shooting unless he could aim at heart or lungs.

My horse behaved very well--just whirling around a few times--but Faye
was kept busy a minute or two by his, for the poor horse was awfully
frightened, and lunged and reared and snorted; but I knew that he
could not unseat Faye, so I rather enjoyed it, for you know I had
wanted to go back a little!

Lieutenant Baldwin and the buffalo were soon far away, and when our
horses had quieted down we recalled that shots had been fired in
another direction, and looking about, we saw a pathetic sight.
Lieutenant Alden was on his horse, and facing him was an immense
buffalo, standing perfectly still with chin drawn in and horns to the
front, ready for battle. It was plain to be seen that the poor horse
was not enjoying the meeting, for every now and then he would try to
back away, or give a jump sideways. The buffalo was wounded and unable
to run, but he could still turn around fast enough to keep his head
toward the horse, and this he did every time Lieutenant Alden tried to