John Jimpson! if you can rope and throw that sorrel--" Jean did not reply to that half-finished sentence.

She was busy saddling Pard; now she mounted and widened her loop with a sureness of the result that flashed a thrill of expectation to her audience.

Twice the loop circled over her head before she flipped it out straight and true toward the frantic sorrel as he surged by.

She caught him fairly by both front feet and swung Pard half away from him.

Pard's muscles stiffened against the jerk of the rope, and the sorrel went down with a bump.