easily for some little distance, when the trail suddenly turned and we could see that the horses had been running, having evidently received a sudden scare.  On following up the trail nearly a mile, we noticed where they had quieted down and had evidently grazed for several hours, but in looking up the trail by which they had left these parts, Priest made the discovery of signs of cattle.  We located the trail of the horses soon, and were again surprised to find that they had been running as before, though the trail was much fresher, having possibly been made about dawn.  We ran the trail out until it passed over a slight divide, when there before us stood the missing horses.  They never noticed us, but were standing at attention, cautiously sniffing the early morning air, on which was borne to them the scent of something they feared.  On reaching them, their fear seemed not the least appeased, and my partner and I had our curiosity sufficiently aroused to ride forward to the cause of their alarm.  As we rounded the spur of the hill, there in plain view grazed a band of about twenty buffalo.  We were almost as excited as the horses over the discovery.  By dropping back and keeping the hill between us and them, then dismounting and leaving our horses, we thought we could reach the apex of the hill.  It was but a small elevation, and from its summit we secured a splendid view of the animals, now less than three hundred yards distant.  Flattening ourselves out, we spent several minutes watching the shaggy animals as they grazed leisurely forward, while several calves in the bunch gamboled around their mothers.  A buffalo calf, I had always heard, made delicious veal, and as we had had no fresh meat since we had started, I proposed to Priest that we get one.  He suggested trying our ropes, for if we could ever get within effective six-shooter range, a rope was much the surest.  Certainly such cumbrous, awkward looking animals, he said, could be no match for our Texas horses.  We accordingly dropped back off the hill to our saddle stock, when Priest said that if he only had a certain horse of his out of the band we had been trailing he would promise me buffalo veal if he had to follow them to the Pan-handle.  It took us but a few minutes to return to our horses, round them in, and secure the particular horse he wanted.  I was riding my Nigger Boy, my regular night horse, and as only one of my mount was in this bunch,—­a good horse, but sluggish,—­I concluded to give my black a trial, not depending on his speed so much as his staying qualities.  It took but a minute for The Rebel to shift his saddle from one horse to another, when he started around to the south, while I turned to the north, so as to approach the buffalo simultaneously.  I came in sight of the band first, my partner having a farther ride to make, but had only a few moments to wait, before I noticed the quarry take alarm, and the next instant Priest dashed out from behind a spur of the hill and was after them,