But he came at it once more, and this time he was careful.

He got gradually higher and higher, and my spirits went down more and more.

Up he came--an inch at a time--with his eyes hot, and his tongue hanging out.

Higher and higher--hitched his foot over the stump of a limb, and looked up, as much as to say, 'You are my meat, friend.' Up again--higher and higher, and getting more excited the closer he got.
He was within ten feet of me! I took a long breath,--and then said I, 'It is now or never.' I had the coil of the lariat all ready; I paid it out slowly, till it hung right over his head; all of a sudden I let go of the slack, and the slipnoose fell fairly round his neck! Quicker than lightning I out with the Allen and let him have it in the face.

It was an awful roar, and must have scared the bull out of his senses.