José — page 79: what you’re looking at

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72, JOSE. cut out of that huge bulk of flesh.” So saying, he leaped into the saddle and sped away toward the knoll where the buffaloes were grazing. “T hope he’ll know how to attack the beast so as it don’t turn the tables on him,” the freighter erowled, pulling his hat down into his face and cazing after the young man. The Mexican raised in his saddle, and for a mo- ment followed with his eyes the course the latter had taken, then quickly fastening his look on Bill’s face, said: “Is there danger, uncle?” “Not to an experienced hunter, but for an amateur so much the more,” continued the other, sulkily. “In case he doesn’t strike *em square under the left shoulder blade, and the beast gets sight of him, he can have the satisfaction of getting cured of the sport.” : The buffaloes, on seeing the solitary horseman rapidly approaching, started off at a lumbering gait, soon disappearing behind the crest of the knoll, where Green quickly followed them. Yet Jose’s eyes remained steadily fixed in the direction taken by game and huntsman, For several minutes the caravan proceeded slowly on her. way, when suddenly the whip-like report of Green’s rifle was heard in the distance. Bill listened attentively, but soon turned his head quietly away. Jose had, on the contrary, remained stand- ing with upturned face, as though intent on catch- ing every sound that might follow. He had not long to wait, for soon a second report was wafted toward him, a less clearly defined sound, yet suf- ficiently distinct to be heard. In the lapse of an instant, the young man, having seemingly arrived Eomichooks co