"Come on!" cried Paul. "Let's all rush out at him at once, and yell
as hard as we can. That may scare him off."
But there was no need of this. Before the buffalo had time to reach
the airship a mounted police officer rode rapidly up to the fence
of the enclosure, and, taking in the situation, novel as it was, at
a glance, he fired several shots from his revolver at the rushing
animal.
None of the bullets was intended to hit the buffalo, and none did.
But some came so close, and the noise of the shots was so loud, that
the beast stopped suddenly, and then, after a pause, in which he
snorted, and pawed the ground, he retreated, to stand in front of
the herd of cows and other bulls, probably thinking he constituted
himself their protector against the strange and terrible foe.
"Well, that's over!" exclaimed Dick, with a sigh of relief. "Say,
isn't this the limit? If we bad an airship out on the plains fifty
years ago it wouldn't have been any surprise to be charged by a
buffalo. But here in New York--well, it is just about the extreme
edge, to my way of thinking!"
"All's well that ends well," quoted Innis. "Now let's get
breakfast."
But it seemed that something else was to come first.
"Get your craft out of there," ordered the police officer, who had
fired the shots.
"I guess we'd better," said Dick to his chums. "That buffalo might
change his mind, and come at us again."
"How are we going to get out?" asked Mr.
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