the glade. "By the great Jehosophat!" he roared. "Gone and shot a buffalo all by your lone selves! Or maybe he was dead when you got here?" he added suspiciously.
"You wouldn't think he was dead, if you could have seen him come toward us," said Darry.
"But who shot him? I heard four shots."
"And every one of 'em went into the buffalo," answered Joe. "Two for Darry and two for myself."
"But Joe finished him, with a shot in the eye," said Darry quickly.
"But Darry hit him in the leg, and that lamed him," said Joe, just as quickly. "I guess honors are even."
"Certainly remarkable shooting," was Captain Moore's comment. "Old hunters couldn't do better, could they, Benson?"
"Not much better, captain. I never would have dreamed of it, boys. And to think I couldn't get a smell of 'em when I was out looking 'em up," Benson said, shaking his head dubiously.
"This buffalo wasn't alone," said Darry. "The others went in that direction. You might follow them up."
"It wouldn't be any use now, lad. They are gone, and that's the end of it."
"We mustn't lose too much time," put in the
