A situation long cherished and dreamed of had become a reality.

Kentuck, fresh and strong, was good for all day.

Jones gloated over the little red bulls and heifers, as a miser gloats over gold and jewels.

Never before had he caught more than two in one day, and often it had taken days to capture one.

This was the last herd, this the last opportunity toward perpetuating a grand race of beasts.