When we went into camp Colonel Royal asked me to go out and kill some buffaloes for the boys.
"All right, colonel," I said; "send along a wagon to bring in the meat." "I am not in the habit of sending out my wagons till I know there is something to be hauled in," he said.

"Kill your buffaloes first, and I'll send the wagons." Without further words I went out on my hunt.

After a short absence I returned and asked the colonel to send his wagons for the half-dozen buffaloes I had killed.
The following afternoon he again requested me to go out after buffaloes.

I didn't ask for any wagons this time, but rode out some distance, and, coming upon a small herd, headed seven or eight of them directly for the camp.

Instead of shooting them I ran them at full speed right into the place and then killed them one after another in rapid succession.
Colonel Royal, who witnessed the whole proceeding, was annoyed and puzzled, as he could see no good reason why I had not killed the buffaloes on the prairie.
Coming up angry, he demanded an explanation.
"I can't allow any such business as this, Cody," he exclaimed.