The soldiers continued to reload and fire and uttered shouts of joy whenever a buffalo fell.

Transported by excitement they scattered, and one man ran down near Paul and Henry, detaching himself unconsciously from the rest of his comrades.
This Spaniard was young and athletic, and he fired at a huge bull.

Had he been an experienced hunter, he would have known better, as the bull was too big and tough to eat, and he was also one of the savage guardians of the herd.

Moreover, the Spaniards were armed mostly with muskets, a weapon far inferior to the Kentucky rifle.
This great bull stung in the flank, but stung only, uttered a roar of pain, and, sharp horns down, charged directly upon the young Spaniard.

He was a terrifying sight as he tore up the grass of the prairie, his red eyes flaming.