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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 in short order； but the wary hunter； strong to restrain as well as impel； with the long day in his mind； kept the steed in his easy stride； which； springy and stretching； overhauled the herd in the course of several miles。
A dash； a swirl； a shock； a leap； horse and hunter working in perfect accord； and a fine big calf； bellowing lustily； struggled desperately for freedom under the remorseless knee。 The big hands toyed with him； and then； secure in the double knots； the calf lay still； sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes； with the coat of the hunter tucked under his bonds to keep away the wolves。
The race had but begun； the horse had but warmed to his work； the hunter had but tasted of sweet triumph。 Another hopeful of a buffalo mother； negligent in danger； truant from his brothers； stumbled and fell in the enmeshing loop。 The hunter's vest； slipped over the calf's neck； served as danger signal to the wolves。 Before the lumbering buffalo missed their loss； another red and black baby kicked helplessly on the grass and sent up vain； weak calls； and at last lay still； with the hunter's boot tied to his cords。
Four！ Jones counted them aloud； add in his mind； and kept on。 Fast； hard work； covering upward of fifteen miles； had begun to tell on herd； horse and man； and all slowed down to the call for strength。 The fifth time Jones closed in on his game； he encountered different circumstances such as called forth his cunning。
The herd had opened up； the mothers had fallen back to the rear； the calves hung almost out of sight under the shaggy sides of protectors。 To try them out Jones darted close and threw his lasso。 It struck a cow。 With activity incredible in such a huge beast； she lunged at him。 Kentuck； expecting just such a move； wheeled to safety。 This duel； ineffectual on both sides； kept up for a while； and all the time； man and herd were jogging rapidly to the north。
Jones could not let well enough alone； he acknowledged this even as he swore he must have five。 Emboldened by his marvelous luck； and yielding headlong to the passion within； he threw caution to the winds。 A lame old cow with a red calf caught his eye； in he spurred his willing horse and slung his rope。 It stung the haunch of the mother。 The mad grunt she vented was no quicker than the velocity with which she plunged and reared。 Jones had but time to swing his leg over the saddle when the hoofs beat down。 Kentuck rolled on the plain； flinging his rider from him。 The infuriated buffalo lowered her head for the fatal charge on the horse； when the plainsman； jerking out his heavy Colts； shot her dead in her tracks。
Kentuck got to his feet unhurt； and stood his ground； quivering but ready； showing his steadfast courage。 He showed more； for his ears lay back； and his eyes had the gleam of the animal that strikes back。
The calf ran round its mother。 Jones lassoed it； and tied it down； being compelled to cut a piece from his lasso； as the cords on the saddle had given out。 He left his other boot with baby number five。 The still heaving； smoking body of the victim called forth the stern； intrepid hunter's pity for a moment。 Spill of blood he had not wanted。 But he had not been able to avoid it； and mounting again with close…shut jaw and smoldering eye； he galloped to the north。
Kentuck snorted； the pursuing wolves shied off in the grass； the pale sun began to slant westward。 The cold iron stirrups froze and cut the hunter's bootless feet。
When once more he came hounding the buffalo； they were considerably winded。 Short…tufted tails； raised stiffly； gave warning。 Snorts； like puffs of escaping steam； and deep grunts from cavernous chests evinced anger and impatience that might； at any moment； bring the herd to a defiant stand。
He whizzed the shortened noose over the head of a calf that was laboring painfully to keep up； and had slipped down； when a mighty grunt told him of peril。 Never looking to see whence it came； he sprang into the saddle。 Fiery Kentuck jumped into action； then hauled up with a shock that almost threw himself and rider。 The lasso； fast to the horse； and its loop end round the calf； had caused the sudden check。
A maddened cow bore down on Kentuck。 The gallant horse straightened in a jump； but dragging the calf pulled him in a circle； and in another moment he was running round and round the howling； kicking pivot。 Then ensued a terrible race； with horse and bison describing a twenty…foot circle。 Bang！ Bang！ The hunter fired two shots； and heard the spats of the bullets。 But they only augmented the frenzy of the beast。 Faster Kentuck flew； snorting in terror； closer drew the dusty； bouncing pursuer； the calf spun like a top； the lasso strung tighter than wire。 Jones strained to loosen the fastening； but in vain。 He swore at his carelessness in dropping his knife by the last calf he had tied。 He thought of shooting the rope； yet dared not risk the shot。 A hollow sound turned him again； with the Colts leveled。 Bang！ Dust flew from the ground beyond the bison。
The two charges left in the gun were all that stood between him and eternity。 With a desperate display of strength Jones threw his weight in a backward pull； and hauled Kentuck up。 Then he leaned far back in the saddle； and shoved the Colts out beyond the horse's flank。 Down went the broad head； with its black； glistening horns。 Bang！ She slid forward with a crash； plowing the ground with hoofs and nosespouted blood； uttered a hoarse cry； kicked and died。
Kentuck； for once completely terrorized； reared and plunged from the cow； dragging the calf。 Stern command and iron arm forced him to a standstill。 The calf； nearly strangled； recovered when the noose was slipped； and moaned a feeble protest against life and captivity。 The remainder of Jones's lasso went to bind number six； and one of his socks went to serve as reminder to the persistent wolves。
〃Six！ On！ On！ Kentuck！ On！〃 Weakening； but unconscious of it； with bloody hands and feet； without lasso； and with only one charge in his revolver； hatless； coatless； vestless； bootless； the wild hunter urged on the noble horse。 The herd had gained miles in the interval of the fight。 Game to the backbone； Kentuck lengthened out to overhaul it； and slowly the rolling gap lessened and lessened。 A long hour thumped away； with the rumble growing nearer。
Once again the lagging calves dotted the grassy plain before the hunter。 He dashed beside a burly calf； grasped its tail； stopped his horse； and jumped。 The calf went down with him； and did not come up。 The knotted； blood…stained hands； like claws of steel； bound the hind legs close and fast with a leathern belt； and left between them a torn and bloody sock。
〃Seven！ On！ Old Faithfull！ We MUST have another！ the last！ This is your day。〃
The blood that flecked the hunter was not all his own。
The sun slanted westwardly toward the purpling horizon； the grassy plain gleamed like a ruffled sea of glass； the gray wolves loped on。
When next the hunter came within sight of the herd； over a wavy ridge； changes in its shape and movement met his gaze。 The calves were almost done； they could run no more； their mothers faced the south； and trotted slowly to and fro； the bulls were grunting； herding； piling close。 It looked as if the herd meant to stand and fight。
This mattered little to the hunter who had captured seven calves since dawn。 The first limping calf he reached tried to elude the grasping hand and failed。 Kentuck had been trained to wheel to the right or left； in whichever way his rider leaned； and as Jones bent over and caught an upraised tail； the horse turned to strike the calf with both front hoofs。 The calf rolled； the horse plunged down； the rider sped beyond to the dust。 Though the calf was tired； he still could bellow； and he filled the air with robust bawls。
Jones all at once saw twenty or more buffalo dash in at him with fast； twinkling； short legs。 With the thought of it； he was in the air to the saddle。 As the black； round mounds charged from every direction； Kentuck let out with