278 The King of the Thundering Herd 



add terror to the flying hoofs of the already 

 thoroughly alarmed herd. 



The buffalo trailer now leaned close to 

 his pinto's neck and gave him the quirt. 

 Maddened by the stinging lash, the pony 

 galloped forward like the wind. He too 

 knew the game, for he had led this death- 

 race before and really needed no urging. 

 Head down and tail out straight, his long 

 black beard sweeping the ground, old Buck 

 galloped after him, pounding the earth with 

 his ton of sinew and muscle. 



The bulls behind bellowed to their com- 

 panions to come on. Cows lowed plain- 

 tively to their calves, who crowded to the 

 center of the herd for protection. Fear was 

 in the air, fear was in the sod beneath their 

 hoofs. This fear became frenzy when a 

 score of warriors burst from concealment in 

 their rear and stung the hindmost with 

 flint-headed arrows, at the same time yelling 

 like a score of red devils, which they really 



