"I saw those buffaloes coming.

We are out of fresh meat, so I thought I would get some." The captain eyed my cheap-looking outfit closely.

Brigham, though the best buffalo horse in the West, was decidedly unprepossessing in appearance.
"Do you expect to catch any buffaloes on that Gothic steed!" asked the captain, with a laugh.
"I hope so." "You'll never catch them in the world, my fine fellow.

It requires a fast horse to overtake those animals." "Does it ?" I asked innocently.
"Yes.

But come along with us.