282 The King of the Thundering Herd 



yelling Indians in their rear, they leaped, 

 tumbled and rolled, cows, bulls and calves, 

 until there were no more to come. Of the 

 entire herd, only half a dozen bulls that 

 had broken away just before they entered 

 the wings, and one who had followed Buck's 

 lead through the gap he had made, alone 

 had escaped. 



When the last terrified bison had plunged 

 to his doom, warriors, squaws and children 

 all swarmed to the brink of this inferno, 

 yelling like demons. Then the pande- 

 monium increased tenfold, for the real kill- 

 ing began. Rifles and revolvers belched 

 forth their deadly contents, and long arrows 

 armed with stinging flint-heads sped from 

 twanging bowstrings. Those in the death- 

 trap, who had not been badly injured by 

 their fall, ran frantically about seeking for 

 some way out. But there was none, only 

 death on every hand. 



For an hour the slaughter went on and 



