buffalo was nearly spent, and it was clear that a few
hours more would see him torn to shreds and his bones
picked clean.
"Ugh! de brutes," ejaculated Henri.
"They don't seem to mind us a bit," remarked Dick,
as they rode up to within pistol shot.
"It'll be merciful to give the old fellow a shot," said
Joe. "Them varmints are sure to finish him at last."
Joe raised his rifle as he spoke, and fired. The old
bull gave his last groan and fell, while the wolves,