In less time than he had taken to capture one buffalo calf, with half the escort, he had all the little musk-oxen bound fast.

Then he signaled this feat by pealing out an Indian yell of victory.
"Buff, we've got 'em," cried Rea; "An' now for the hell of it gettin' 'em home.

I'll fetch the sleds.

You might as well down thet best cow for me.

I can use another skin." Of all Jones's prizes of captured wild beasts--which numbered nearly every species common to western North America--he took greatest pride in the little musk-oxen.