"It's scarcely used in this country, but Harry once did some stock-riding on the prairie.

We'll push on a little." It became evident as they did so that the position favoured the pursuers now.

A rock it was apparently incapable of climbing prevented the flight of the steer in one direction, and Miss Townshead had ridden forward ready to turn the beast if it attempted escape in another.

It stopped with lowered head as though meditating an onslaught upon her, then wheeled again and came back towards Alton, who rose a trifle in his stirrups, whirling the rope about his head.

It shot forward presently, uncoiling in a curve, and then the man swung backwards, wheeling his horse, and there was a crash as the steer went down amidst the fern.
"That should take a good deal of the friskiness out of it," said Seaforth.