A gray rabbit started off with a leap.
"We're near enough," whispered Wetzel, stopping behind a bush.

He rose and surveyed the plain; then motioned Joe to look.
Joe raised himself on his knees.

As his gaze reached the level of the grassy plain his heart leaped.

Not fifty yards away was a great, shaggy, black buffalo.

He was the king of the herd; but ill at ease, for he pawed the grass and shook his huge head.