This favored Venters's speedy capture of the horse, so, coiling his noose ready to throw, he hurried on.

Wrangle let Venters get to within a hundred feet and then he broke.

But as he plunged by, rapidly getting into his stride, Venters made a perfect throw with the rope.

He had time to brace himself for the shock; nevertheless, Wrangle threw him and dragged him several yards before halting.
"You wild devil," said Venters, as he slowly pulled Wrangle up.

"Don't you know me?
Come now--old fellow--so--so--" Wrangle yielded to the lasso and then to Venters's strong hand.