As soon as they turned, my brother and cousin ran for their rifles, but before they got back the buffaloes had crossed the bluff crest.

Climbing after them, the two hunters found, when they reached the summit, that their game, instead of halting, had struck straight off across the prairie at a slow lope, doubtless intending to rejoin the herd they had left.

After a moment's consultation the men went in pursuit, excitement overcoming their knowledge that they ought not, by rights, to leave camp.

They struck a steady trot, following the animals by sight until they passed over a knoll, and then trailing them.

Where the grass was long, as it was for the first four or five miles, this was a work of no difficulty, and they did not break their gait, only glancing now and then at the trial.