two combatants were roaring in each other's faces, he
shot the buffalo through the heart. It fell to the earth
with a deep groan.
Crusoe's rage instantly vanished on beholding this,
and he seemed to be filled with tumultuous joy at his
master's escape, for he gambolled round him, and whined
and fawned upon him in a manner that could not be
misunderstood.
"Good dog; thank'ee, my pup," said Dick, patting
Crusoe's head as he stooped to brush the dust from his