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aw them circle over the lake； and vanish in the gray sheen。
〃It's water。〃 He hurried back to camp。 His haggard and worn companions scorned his discovery。 Adams siding with Rude； who knew the plains； said： 〃Mirage！ the lure of the desert！〃 Yet dominated by a force too powerful for them to resist； they followed the buffalo…hunter。 All day the gleaming lake beckoned them onward； and seemed to recede。 All day the drab clouds scudded before the cold north wind。 In the gray twilight； the lake suddenly lay before them； as if it had opened at their feet。 The men rejoiced； the horses lifted their noses and sniffed the damp air。
The whinnies of the horses； the clank of harness； and splash of water； the whirl of ducks did not blur out of Jones's keen ear a sound that made him jump。 It was the thump of hoofs； in a familiar beat； beat； beat。 He saw a shadow moving up a ridge。 Soon； outlined black against the yet light sky； a lone buffalo cow stood like a statue。 A moment she held toward the lake； studying the danger； then went out of sight over the ridge。
Jones spurred his horse up the ascent； which was rather long and steep； but he mounted the summit in time to see the cow join eight huge； shaggy buffalo。 The hunter reined in his horse； and standing high in his stirrups； held his hat at arms' length over his head。 So he thrilled to a moment he had sought for two years。 The last herd of American bison was near at hand。 The cow would not venture far from the main herd； the eight stragglers were the old broken…down bulls that had been expelled； at this season； from the herd by younger and more vigorous bulls。 The old monarchs saw the hunter at the same time his eyes were gladdened by sight of them； and lumbered away after the cow； to disappear in the gathering darkness。 Frightened buffalo always make straight for their fellows； and this knowledge contented Jones to return to the lake； well satisfied that the herd would not be far away in the morning； within easy striking distance by daylight。
At dark the storm which had threatened for days； broke in a fury of rain； sleet and hail。 The hunters stretched a piece of canvas over the wheels of the north side of the wagon； and wet and shivering； crawled under it to their blankets。 During the night the storm raged with unabated strength。
Dawn； forbidding and raw； lightened to the whistle of the sleety gusts。 Fire was out of the question。 Chary of weight； the hunters had carried no wood； and the buffalo chips they used for fuel were lumps of ice。 Grumbling； Adams and Rude ate a cold breakfast； while Jones； munching a biscuit； faced the biting blast from the crest of the ridge。 The middle of the plain below held a ragged； circular mass； as still as stone。 It was the buffalo herd； with every shaggy head to the storm。 So they would stand； never budging from their tracks； till the blizzard of sleet was over。
Jones； though eager and impatient； restrained himself； for it was unwise to begin operations in the storm。 There was nothing to do but wait。 Ill fared the hunters that day。 Food had to be eaten uncooked。 The long hours dragged by with the little group huddled under icy blankets。 When darkness fell； the sleet changed to drizzling rain。 This blew over at midnight； and a colder wind； penetrating to the very marrow of the sleepless men； made their condition worse。 In the after part of the night； the wolves howled mournfully。
With a gray； misty light appearing in the east； Jones threw off his stiff； ice…incased blanket； and crawled out。 A gaunt gray wolf； the color of the day and the sand and the lake； sneaked away； looking back。 While moving and threshing about to warm his frozen blood； Jones munched another biscuit。 Five men crawled from under the wagon； and made an unfruitful search for the whisky。 Fearing it； Jones had thrown the bottle away。 The men cursed。 The patient horses drooped sadly； and shivered in the lee of the improvised tent。 Jones kicked the inch…thick casing of ice from his saddle。 Kentuck； his racer； had been spared on the whole trip for this day's work。 The thoroughbred was cold； but as Jones threw the saddle over him； he showed that he knew the chase ahead； and was eager to be off。 At last； after repeated efforts with his benumbed fingers； Jones got the girths tight。 He tied a bunch of soft cords to the saddle and mounted。
〃Follow as fast as you can；〃 he called to his surly men。 〃The buffs will run north against the wind。 This is the right direction for us； we'll soon leave the sand。 Stick to my trail and come a…humming。〃
From the ridge he met the red sun； rising bright； and a keen northeasterly wind that lashed like a whip。 As he had anticipated； his quarry had moved northward。 Kentuck let out into a swinging stride； which in an hour had the loping herd in sight。 Every jump now took him upon higher ground； where the sand failed； and the grass grew thicker and began to bend under the wind。
In the teeth of the nipping gale Jones slipped close upon the herd without alarming even a cow。 More than a hundred little reddish…black calves leisurely loped in the rear。 Kentuck； keen to his work； crept on like a wolf； and the hunter's great fist clenched the coiled lasso。 Before him expanded a boundless plain。 A situation long cherished and dreamed of had become a reality。 Kentuck； fresh and strong； was good for all day。 Jones gloated over the little red bulls and heifers； as a miser gloats over gold and jewels。 Never before had he caught more than two in one day； and often it had taken days to capture one。 This was the last herd； this the last opportunity toward perpetuating a grand race of beasts。 And with born instinct he saw ahead the day of his life。
At a touch； Kentuck closed in； and the buffalo； seeing him； stampeded into the heaving roll so well known to the hunter。 Racing on the right flank of the herd； Jones selected a tawny heifer and shot the lariat after her。 It fell true； but being stiff and kinky from the sleet； failed to tighten； and the quick calf leaped through the loop to freedom。
Undismayed the pursuer quickly recovered his rope。 Again he whirled and sent the loop。 Again it circled true； and failed to close； again the agile heifer bounded through it。 Jones whipped the air with the stubborn rope。 To lose a chance like that was worse than boy's work。
The third whirl； running a smaller loop； tightened the coil round the frightened calf just back of its ears。 A pull on the bridle brought Kentuck to a halt in his tracks； and the baby buffalo rolled over and over in the grass。 Jones bounced from his seat and jerked loose a couple of the soft cords。 In a twinkling； his big knee crushed down on the calf； and his big hands bound it helpless。
Kentuck neighed。 Jones saw his black ears go up。 Danger threatened。 For a moment the hunter's blood turned chill； not from fear； for he never felt fear； but because he thought the Indians were returning to ruin his work。 His eye swept the plain。 Only the gray forms of wolves flitted through the grass； here； there； all about him。 Wolves！ They were as fatal to his enterprise as savages。 A trooping pack of prairie wolves had fallen in with the herd and hung close on the trail； trying to cut a calf away from its mother。 The gray brutes boldly trotted to within a few yards of him； and slyly looked at him； with pale； fiery eyes。 They had already scented his captive。 Precious time flew by； the situation； critical and baffling； had never before been met by him。 There lay his little calf tied fast； and to the north ran many others； some of which he musthe would have。 To think quickly had meant the solving of many a plainsman's problem。 Should he stay with his prize to save it； or leave it to be devoured？
〃Ha！ you old gray devils！〃 he yelled； shaking his fist at the wolves。 〃I know a trick or two。〃 Slipping his hat between the legs of the calf； he fastened it securely。 This done； he vaulted on Kentuck； and was off with never a backward glance。 Certain it was that the wolves would not touch anything； alive or dead； that bore the scent of a human being。
The bison scoured away a long half…mile in the lead； sailing northward like a cloud…shadow over the plain。 Kentuck； mettlesome； over…eager； would have run himself out