However, as soon as I roped it, the calf started bouncing and bleating, and, owing to some lack of dexterity on my part, suddenly swung round the rear of the horse, bringing the rope under his tail.

Down went the tail tight, and the horse "went into figures," as the cow-puncher phrase of that day was.

There was a cut bank about four feet high on the hither side of the river, and over this the horse bucked.

We went into the water with a splash.

With a "pluck" the calf followed, described a parabola in the air, and landed beside us.