"Oui," said Henri, tumbling off his horse, while a broad grin overspread his good-natured countenance, "it is one fact! One buffalo bull be wollerin' like a enormerous hog.
Also, dere be t'ousands o' buffaloes farder on." "Can ye trust yer dog keepin' back ?" inquired Joe, with a dubious glance at Crusoe.
"Trust him! Ay, I wish I was as sure o' myself." "Look to yer primin', then, an' we'll have tongues and marrow bones for supper to-night, I'se warrant.

Hist! down on yer knees and go softly.

We might ha' run them down on horseback, but it's bad to wind yer beasts on a trip like this, if ye can help it; an' it's about as easy to stalk them.

Leastways, we'll try.

Lift yer head slowly, Dick, an' don't show more nor the half o't above the ridge." Dick elevated his head as directed, and the scene that met his view was indeed well calculated to send an electric shock to the heart of an ardent sportsman.