with ax and spade and hands, the column, making camp, scarcely paused to watch; but presently the firing ceased—the buffalo herd were lumbering away, at last, with one, two, three of them gradually dropping behind, to stagger, waver, and suddenly pitch, dead! Meat, and plenty of it!
The lieutenant and the doctor were busy, butchering the carcass that had shielded them. They wasted no time. Here they came, loaded well. The fires were crackling and blazing, in readiness; and when they panted in, spent, bloody and triumphant, the camp cheered hoarsely.
"Eat, boys," gasped the lieutenant. "Fortune has favored us. There's more meat below. But we'll eat first."
Everybody hacked and tore at the red humps, and in a jiffy the strips from them were being thrust into the fire by ramrods; without waiting for more than a scorching and a warming through, the men devoured like wolves. With the meat juice daubing his chin and staining the men's beards, Stub thought that never before had he tasted such sweetness. He forgot his other hungers.
Whew! One by one the men drew back, to chew the last mouthfuls, and light pipes, contented. The meat all had vanished.
"Send Brown to me, sergeant," the lieutenant
