It was a ticklish thing to do, though knowing that neither bull dared take his eyes off his adversary for a second, I felt reasonably safe.

The old Weetah beat the new champion out that night, but the next morning they were at it again, and the new buffalo finally whipped the old one into submission.

Since then his spirit has remained broken, and even a child can approach him safely--but the new Weetah is in turn a holy terror.
"To handle buffalo, elk and bear, you must get into sympathy with their methods of reasoning.

No tenderfoot stands any show, even with the tame animals of the Yellowstone." The old buffalo hunter's lips were no longer locked.

One after another he told reminiscences of his eventful life, in a simple manner; yet so vivid and gripping were the unvarnished details that I was spellbound.
"Considering what appears the impossibility of capturing a full-grown buffalo, how did you earn the name of preserver of the American bison ?" inquired Wallace.
"It took years to learn how, and ten more to capture the fifty-eight that I was able to keep.