The first limping calf he reached tried to elude the grasping hand and failed.

Kentuck had been trained to wheel to the right or left, in whichever way his rider leaned; and as Jones bent over and caught an upraised tail, the horse turned to strike the calf with both front hoofs.

The calf rolled; the horse plunged down; the rider sped beyond to the dust.

Though the calf was tired, he still could bellow, and he filled the air with robust bawls.
Jones all at once saw twenty or more buffalo dash in at him with fast, twinkling, short legs.

With the thought of it, he was in the air to the saddle.