He fired, and the buffalo sprang off in terror.

With a groan of despair he fired again--almost recklessly--and the buffalo fell! It rose once or twice and stumbled forward a few paces, then it fell again.

Meanwhile Dick reloaded with trembling hand, and advanced to give it another shot; but it was not needful--the buffalo was already dead.
"Now, Crusoe," said Dick, sitting down on the buffalo's shoulder and patting his favourite on the head, "we're all right at last.

You and I shall have a jolly time o't, pup, from this time for'ard." Dick paused for breath, and Crusoe wagged his tail and looked as if to say--pshaw! "_as if!_" We tell you what it is, reader, it's of no use at all to go on writing "as if," when we tell you what Crusoe said.

If there is any language in eyes whatever--if there is language in a tail, in a cocked ear, in a mobile eyebrow, in the point of a canine nose,--if there is language in any terrestrial thing at all, apart from that which flows from the tongue, then Crusoe _spoke!_ Do we not speak at this moment to _you ?_ and if so, then tell me wherein lies the difference between a written _letter_ and a given _sign ?_ Yes, Crusoe spoke.