He never attempted to turn, but kept straight on, and they drew on to him in silence, almost side by side, riding jealously for the first shot.

Considine was on the wrong side, and had to use the carbine on the near side of his horse; but he was undeniably a good rider, and laughed grimly as he got first alongside, and, leaning over, prepared to fire.
Then a strange thing happened.

Before he could fire, the buffalo bull tripped on a stump and fell on his knees, causing Considine's horse to shoot almost past him.

As the bull rose again, he sprang savagely sideways, bringing his huge head up from beneath, and fairly impaled the horse on his horn.

It gave a terrible scream, and reared over.
The old man never lost his nerve.