The rest of the men arose and stretched their legs and advanced.

The Cattleman and I climbed to the top bar of the gate, where we roosted, he with his tally-book on his knee.
Each rider swung his rope above his head with one hand, keeping the broad loop open by a skilful turn of the wrist at the end of each revolution.

In a moment Homer leaned forward and threw.

As the loop settled, he jerked sharply upward, exactly as one would strike to hook a big fish.

This tightened the loop and prevented it from slipping off.