Frank rode up to him, yelled, and struck him with the lariat, whereupon he gave another toss of his horns, and then returned to the herd.
"It was that darned white nag," said Jones.

"Frank, it was wrong to put an inexperienced man on Spot.

For that matter, the horse should never be allowed to go near the buffalo." "Spot knows the buffs; they'd never get to him," replied Frank.

But the usual spirit was absent from his voice, and he glanced at me soberly.

I knew I had turned white, for I felt the peculiar cold sensation on my face.
"Now, look at that, will you ?" cried Jones.