He caught his breath, while trying to quiet Duke and Jenny. There was no use in running away--Harry stood braced--how small he looked--but he was plucky--and now he actually ran forward, a few steps, right against the onward plunging rank--waved his hat--shouted--and bang! bang! warned the shot-gun, belching its challenge into the buffalos' faces. "Duke! Jenny! Whoa!" shrieked Terry, desperately--and now gladly, for another miracle had occurred. The foremost buffalo, as if suddenly aware of the cart, and the human beings, had veered aside, to right and left, avoiding Harry, and the cart, and all; and following their leaders, to right and left were veering the others, here at the middle, so that the divided herd began to stream past in a heaving, jostling current, on either hand. It had been split, by Harry; and the Pike's Peak Limited was an island. Harry continued to yell and wave his hat and arms. He stood there fearlessly, at the split. At first the split was narrow--Terry almost could touch the shaggy forms as they lurched by. He started to yell and wave, also, and help widen the split--for it did widen--but speedily he had to quit. Duke and Jenny were nervous enough already. Jenny snorted, reared; Duke shook his head and strained from side to side. "Duke! Whoa! Steady, boy! Back, Jenny!" The pounding of the incessant hoofs was like the long-roll of a great drum. Thick rose the dust, but not so much from the earth as from the big hairy bodies, to which had clung dried dirt. Bulls, cows, and calves; cows, calves, and bulls--forming a stifling, living lane of constant motion. Terry scarcely could hear himself. "Duke! Whoa, boy! Steady, there! Whoa, Jenny!" Would the herd never be past? Yes, yonder it was thinning--and farther beyond, the stragglers were in sight. Good! "Duke! Be careful, Duke!" He was growing more unmanageable. Terry danced before him, and threatened. "Whoa Jenny! Whoa, Duke!" And--"Duke! Duke! DUKE! Whoa-oa! DUKE!" But no use; with shake of angry head and flirt of wickedly cocked tail Duke bolted; dragged Jenny and the cart together, knocked Terry sprawling--Terry clutched vainly at the cart, was dragged, himself, a few feet, staggered up, hatless, stumbled on the frightened Shep, and gazed after with a wail: "Oh, jiminy!" They were away, in the dusty wake of the flying herd: Duke galloping, Jenny galloping, the cart bounding. Harry had turned just in time to witness. His sweat-streaked face gaped, amazed, perplexed, and hardened into sudden resolution as whirling he sprang forward. But Terry was as quick. Grabbing up his hat as he went, he launched in the pursuit. Out-stripping him, Shep ran furiously, barking, and Harry kept close behind. The cart was plainly visible, in an open place among the stragglers at the rear of the herd. Duke lumbered, Jenny lumbered, the cart lumbered, and holding to the chase lumbered in their heavy boots Terry and Harry.