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that wildly tossing crest the reason of this fury.  The blood was pouring from his left eye, penetrated by the last bullet; the bull was blinded!  A terrible revulsion of feeling, a sudden sense of remorse that was for the moment more awful than even his previous fear, overcame him.  He had done that thing!  As much to fly from the dreadful spectacle as any instinct of self-preservation, he took advantage of the next mad paroxysms of pain and blindness, that always impelled the suffering beast towards the left, to slip past him on the right, reach the incline, and scramble wildly up to the plain again.  Here he ran confusedly forward, not knowing whither—­only caring to escape that agonized bellowing, to shut out forever the accusing look of that huge blood-weltering eye.


“Now, then, blank it all, will you get up and come along, or do you reckon to keep the train waiting another hour over your blanked foolishness?” said Gildersleeve savagely.


“’Twould have served ’em right to have gone and left ’em,” muttered Benham vindictively.


In two hours more they had overtaken the train, already on the march, and were in the midst of the group of outriders.  Judge Peyton’s face, albeit a trifle perplexed, turned towards Clarence with a kindly, half-tolerant look of welcome.  The boy’s heart instantly melted with forgiveness.

“Well, my boy, let’s hear your story.  What happened?”

Clarence cast a hurried glance around, and saw Jim, with face averted, riding gloomily behind.  Then nervously and hurriedly he told how he had been thrown into the gully on the back of the wounded buffalo, and the manner of his escape.  An audible titter ran through the cavalcade.  Mr. Peyton regarded him gravely.  “But how did the buffalo get so conveniently into the gully?” he asked.

“Jim Hooker lamed him with a shotgun, and he fell over,” said Clarence timidly.

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