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o 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 all there was left in him。 He leaped and whirled； pitched and swerved； in a roaring； clashing； dusty melee。 Beating hoofs threw the turf； flying tails whipped the air； and everywhere were dusky； sharp…pointed heads； tossing low。 Kentuck squeezed out unscathed。 The mob of bison； bristling； turned to lumber after the main herd。 Jones seized his opportunity and rode after them； yelling with all his might。 He drove them so hard that soon the little fellows lagged paces behind。 Only one or two old cows straggled with the calves。
Then wheeling Kentuck； he cut between the herd and a calf； and rode it down。 Bewildered； the tously little bull bellowed in great affright。 The hunter seized the stiff tail； and calling to his horse； leaped off。 But his strength was far spent and the buffalo； larger than his fellows； threshed about and jerked in terror。 Jones threw it again and again。 But it struggled up； never once ceasing its loud demands for help。 Finally the hunter tripped it up and fell upon it with his knees。
Above the rumble of retreating hoofs； Jones heard the familiar short； quick； jarring pound on the turf。 Kentuck neighed his alarm and raced to the right。 Bearing down on the hunter； hurtling through the air； was a giant furry mass； instinct with fierce life and powera buffalo cow robbed of her young。
With his senses almost numb； barely able to pull and raise the Colt； the plainsman willed to live； and to keep his captive。 His leveled arm wavered like a leaf in a storm。
Bang！ Fire； smoke； a shock； a jarring crash； and silence！
The calf stirred beneath him。 He put out a hand to touch a warm； furry coat。 The mother had fallen beside him。 Lifting a heavy hoof； he laid it over the neck of the calf to serve as additional weight。 He lay still and listened。 The rumble of the herd died away in the distance。
The evening waned。 Still the hunter lay quiet。 From time to time the calf struggled and bellowed。 Lank； gray wolves appeared on all sides； they prowled about with hungry howls； and shoved black…tipped noses through the grass。 The sun sank； and the sky paled to opal blue。 A star shone out； then another； and another。 Over the prairie slanted the first dark shadow of night。
Suddenly the hunter laid his ear to the ground； and listened。 Faint beats； like throbs of a pulsing heart； shuddered from the soft turf。 Stronger they grew； till the hunter raised his head。 Dark forms approached； voices broke the silence； the creaking of a wagon scared away the wolves。
〃This way！〃 shouted the hunter weakly。
〃Ha！ here he is。 Hurt？〃 cried Rude； vaulting the wheel。
〃Tie up this calf。 How manydid you find？〃 The voice grew fainter。
〃Sevenalive； and in good shape； and all your clothes。〃
But the last words fell on unconscious ears。
CHAPTER 4。 THE TRAIL
〃Frank； what'll we do about horses？〃 asked Jones。 〃Jim'll want the bay； and of course you'll want to ride Spot。 The rest of our nags will only do to pack the outfit。〃
〃I've been thinkin'；〃 replied the foreman。 〃You sure will need good mounts。 Now it happens that a friend of mine is just at this time at House Rock Valley