Whether the teamsters suspected and winked at this design, or believed that the boys could take care of themselves, and ran no risk of being lost in the proximity of the hunting party, there was no general alarm.
Thus reassured, and having a general idea of the direction of the hunt, the boys pushed hilariously forward.

Before them opened a vast expanse of bottom land, slightly sloping on the right to a distant half-filled lagoon, formed by the main river overflow, on whose tributary they had encamped.

The lagoon was partly hidden by straggling timber and "brush," and beyond that again stretched the unlimitable plains--the pasture of their mighty game.

Hither, Jim hoarsely informed his companion, the buffaloes came to water.

A few rods further on, he started dramatically, and, alighting, proceeded to slowly examine the ground.