One was easy to catch, the other with a little management was secured.

In ten minutes we were riding fast through the dark trees and fallen timber towards the wild gullies and rock-strewed hills of Broken Creek.
It was not more than an hour when we got up to the cattle.

We could hear them a good while before we saw them.

'My word,' said Jim, 'ain't they restless.

They can't have come far, or they wouldn't roar so.