The Right of Way 2n 



Again the engineer opened the throttle a 

 little, and the wheels began to move slowly. 

 Faster and faster they turned, bumping 

 over the switches, taking them out into the 

 darkness on the long eventful run, but now 

 two pairs of eyes followed the long red 

 shaft of light that streamed ahead along 

 the gleaming rails. 



In the meantime our old friend Buck, 

 the King of all the Bison in the northern 

 herd, was assembling his mighty host upon 

 one of the north branches of the Platte. It 

 was an army that Hannibal or Napoleon 

 might well have been proud of. No mere 

 man ever commanded such a host. This 

 riderless cavalry of the plains was count- 

 less. Perhaps there were a million head in 

 Buck's immediate herd and perhaps there 

 were three million. Who shall say just 

 how many ? 



There were seasoned stub-horned old 

 bulls, who had seen twenty-five summers 



