Chet was staring at the thicket rather than after the stampeded buffaloes.
“What under the sun could have started that wolf like that?” he muttered.
“Come!” cried Dig excitedly from the saddle, “you’re not going to let ’em get entirely away from us, are you, Chet?”
“I don’t believe we can get near them again today, Dig.”
“Why not?”
“After being scared like that they will be more watchful. And it’s two o’clock now.”
“I don’t care. Why, Chet, those are real buffaloes!”
“What’s the matter?” laughed his chum. “Did you think they were imitations at first?”
“Whew!” blew Dig. “I certainly believed they were an hallucination. I didn’t believe there were such creatures. At least, not along this trail.
“But now I’ve seen ’em—and been almost near enough to ’em for a shot—I tell you right now, Chet Havens, my blood is up! Let’s go after those buffaloes!”