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JOSE. 75 seemed scarcely conscious of it, and simply shaking his shaggy head, appeared to grow even more infuri- ated. Green began to realize that his salvation de- pended on the speed and endurance of his horse alone, but the subsequent danger of losing his way on the trackless plain, at that instant, only flitted like a vague shadow through his mind. Over hill and dale his horse carried him, the buffalo following at an in- creased rate of speed. Once more Green turned to make a last attempt, drew his pistol and discharged both barrels at his revengeful pursuer. Simultane- ously his horse made a fearful leap sideways, and before he could do aught to prevent it, he was flung upon the ground, senseless. On opening his eyes, he observed the glowing orbs of the buffalo fastened upon him, scarcely a foot away, and instinctively he knew that the slightest sign of life on his part would be the signal for his immediate destruction. At first he could not understand why he had not awakened under the very hoofs of the infuriated animal; neither could he explain the nature of his position. He seemed to be lying in a recess in the ground, for just above his head, at a level with his eyes, he saw the edge of the plain. These thoughts coursed confusedly through his mind. His look was firmly riveted upon the eyes of the buffalo, in the fearful expectancy of the next movement. How long he remained in this position he could not tell, but he was suddenly startled by the whip-like crack of a rifle in his immediate vicinity. Then he saw his pursuer’s eyes flash up wildly for a moment, the huge monster totter, hesitate, as though distrustful of its strength, to take a step forward, spread its legs—another second, and with a deep gasp roll over upon the ground. Almost at the same instant Green cS (e(e) Gomichoo