"Hear that roar! And it's drawing near, too!" "Yes, it's a buffalo herd!" said Obed.

"We're far enough north now to be within the buffalo ranges, and they're coming down on us fast.

But they must be scared or be drawn on by something, because it's not yet dawn." "All of which means that it's time for us to go." "Or be trodden to death." Naturally, they had slept in their clothes and they quickly gathered up their arms and baggage.

Then they released their frightened horses, sprang upon their backs and galloped toward the north.

They felt secure now, so far as the herd was concerned.