The Cattleman and Homer had vanished.
To our left the men were fully occupied in marshalling the compact brown herds that had gradually massed--for these antagonists of mine were merely outlying remnants.
I suppose Brown Jug must have run nearly twenty miles with only one check.

Then we chased a cow some distance and into the dry bed of a stream, where she whirled on us savagely.

By luck her horn hit only the leather of my saddle skirts, so we left her; for when a cow has sense enough to "get on the peck," there is no driving her farther.

We gained nothing, and had to give ground, but we succeeded in holding a semblance of order, so that the cattle did not break and scatter far and wide.

The sun had by now well risen, and was beginning to shine hot.