The herd swung around toward the west, and soon were galloping off with a lumbering roar.

The shaggy humps bobbed up and down like hot, angry waves on a storm-blackened sea.
Upon going forward, Wetzel and Joe found the calf lying dead in the grass.
"You might hev did better'n that," remarked the hunter, as he saw where the bullet had struck.

"You went a little too fer back, but mebbe thet was 'cause the calf stepped as you shot.".