She ignored the men who had so fooled her, and took down her rope that she might swing the loop of it toward the cattle and drive them back across the gulley and up the coulee toward home.

Cattle are stubborn things at best, and this little bunch seemed determined to seek the higher slopes.

Put upon her mettle because of that little audience down below,--a mildly jeering audience at that, she imagined,--Jean had need of her skill and her fifteen years or so of experience in handling stock.
She swung her rope and shouted, weaving back and forth across the gulley, with little lunging rushes now and then to head off an animal that tried to bolt past her up the hill.

She would not have glanced toward Robert Grant Burns to save her life, and she did not hear him saying: "Great! Great stuff! Get it all, Pete.

By George, you can't beat the real thing, can you?
'J get that up-hill dash?
Good! Now panoram the drive up the gulley--get it ALL, Pete--turn as long as you can see the top of her hat.