In this fashion I killed eleven buffaloes with twelve shots.
As the last one dropped my horse stopped.

I jumped to the ground.
Turning round to the astonished officers, who had by this time caught up, I said: "Now, gentlemen, allow me to present you with all the tongues and tenderloins from these animals that you want." Captain Graham, who, I soon learned, was the senior officer, gasped.
"Well, I never saw the like before! Who are you, anyway ?" "My name is Cody," I said.
Lieutenant Thompson, one of the party, who had met me at Fort Harker, cried out: "Why, that is Bill Cody, our old scout." He introduced me to his comrades, Captain Graham and Lieutenants Reed, Emmick, and Ezekial.
Graham, something of a horseman himself, greatly admired Brigham.

"That horse of yours has running points," he admitted.
The officers were a little sore at not getting a single shot; but the way I had killed the buffaloes, they said, amply repaid them for their disappointment.

It was the first time they had ever seen or heard of a white man running buffaloes without either saddle or bridle.
I told them Brigham knew nearly as much about the business as I did.

He was a wonderful horse.