Ride the old grey." "No fear," said the old man obstinately, "the boco's one eye's worth any horse's two.

Me an' the boco will be near the lead when the whips are crackin', take it from me." "Come along, then!" Hugh clambered on to his raw-boned steed, known as "Close Up," because he would go so close to the buffaloes, and the procession started.

The five white men rode ahead, all smoking with great enjoyment.

Hugh was beside one of the shooters, and opened conference with him.
"I've heard a lot about this business," said Hugh, "but never hoped to see it.

What are these Australian buffaloes?
I thought they were just humped cattle like those little Brahmin cattle." "People reckon they're the Indian buffalo," said the bushman.