When he espied us he reined in his horse and waited.

Then the herd slowed down, halted and began browsing.
"Look at the cattalo calves," cried Jones, in ecstatic tones.

"See how shy they are, how close they stick to their mothers." The little dark-brown fellows were plainly frightened.

I made several unsuccessful attempts to photograph them, and gave it up when Jones told me not to ride too close and that it would be better to wait till we had them in the corral.
He took my camera and instructed me to go on ahead, in the rear of the herd.

I heard the click of the instrument as he snapped a picture, and then suddenly heard him shout in alarm: "Look out! look out! pull your horse!" Thundering hoof-beats pounding the earth accompanied his words.