It appeared to move in toward the mass.

I fancy they are animals of some kind or other." "Buffaloes, I hope!" cried Francois, raising himself to his full height in the stirrups, and endeavouring to get a sight of them.

But Francois' pony did not give him a sufficient elevation to enable him to see the objects; and he was, therefore, compelled to withhold an opinion as to what they might be.
"Should we ride towards them ?" asked Lucien, addressing Basil.
"I think they are moving this way," replied the latter.

"They extend more along the horizon, and that may be because they are getting nearer.
Buffaloes! no--as I live," continued he, elevating his voice, "they are horsemen--perhaps mounted Indians!" "Why do you think so ?" inquired Lucien, hurriedly.
"I saw one between me and the sky.

I can tell the shape of a horse as far as I can see him.