"A buffalo? Look out for yourselves."
"Yes, take care," came from Captain Moore, who was behind the old scout.
"We've fixed him," said Joe, not without a good deal of pardonable pride.
"Fixed him?" Old Benson looked out upon 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?"