The volley took effect.

Two were seen kicking and sprawling over the grass, while the others, dropping their prey, scampered off over the prairie.

The boys ran up.

Marengo leaped upon one of the wounded wolves, while the other was despatched by the butts of their guns.

But where was the antelope?
There was no such animal to be seen; but, in its stead, half-a-dozen fragments of mangled skin, a horned head and shanks, with a clump of half-picked, ribs and joints! And this was all that was left of the poor prong-horn--all that was left of that beautiful form that, only a few moments before, was bounding over the prairie in the full pride of health, strength, and swiftness! The boys contemplated his remains with feelings of disappointment and chagrin; for, although there was still plenty of bear-meat, they had anticipated supping upon fresh venison.