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The answer is that every hard-working Business Guy acts as if he had Screech-Owls in the Tower. Aleck had his whole Staff so buffaloed that the Hirelings tried to keep up with him, so that Life in the Beehive was just one thing after another, with no Intermission.
After a few minutes the shrieks stopped suddenly; the door was unlocked again for a minute, and there floated out the reassuring words: "Don't stand out there any longer. It's as right as right. I've got him buffaloed!" "What does he mean?" inquired Gabriella helplessly of the seamstress. "I don't know, but I reckon it's all right," responded Miss Polly.
But don't git the notion you can ride me. I won't stand for it a minute." "Sho! Dave didn't mean anything like that. Did you, Dave?" interposed Dumont hastily. "You was just kind o' jokin', wasn't you?" "Well, I'm servin' notice right now that when any one drops around any jokes about me bein' buffaloed, he's foolin' with dynamite. No man alive can run a sandy on me an' git away with it."
"Talking about the tight places," said Orchard, "in which a man often finds himself in this service, reminds me of a funny experience which I once had, out on the head-waters of the Brazos. I've smelt powder at short range, and I'm willing to admit there's nothing fascinating in it. But this time I got buffaloed by a bear.
I 'll get him sure buffaloed, and if he don't pull his freight before he 's a day older, there 'll be the biggest killing here that Apache Teju ever heard of." It was very quiet the next day at the ranch. Mr. and Mrs. Williams and Madge had driven to Silver City, the cowboys were all on the range, and I kept in my room with some work.
"Who do you suppose did that trick for me, John? It's got me buffaloed." Smith shook his head thoughtfully. "By me, Buck," he answered slowly. "Most likely some jasper you've had trouble with an' is too yeller to get even any other way. I haven't seen any of your friends from Hill's Corners stickin' around though. Have you?" "No.
He’s got us all buffaloed out this-a-way, most of us don’t care to meet him close up and we give him wide range when we cut his trail.” That was Big Pete’s greeting. Of course, I had not told him of my real interest in this mysterious man of the mountains, only suggesting that I would like to do some big game shooting and see the spooky hunter.
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