Jane, them leadin' steers have bolted.

They're drawin' the stragglers, an' that'll pull the whole herd." Jane was not quick enough to catch the details called out by Lassiter, but she saw the line of cattle lengthening.

Then, like a stream of white bees pouring from a huge swarm, the steers stretched out from the main body.

In a few moments, with astonishing rapidity, the whole herd got into motion.

A faint roar of trampling hoofs came to Jane's ears, and gradually swelled; low, rolling clouds of dust began to rise above the sage.
"It's a stampede, an' a hummer," said Lassiter.
"Oh, Lassiter! The herd's running with the valley! It leads into the canyon! There's a straight jump-off!" "I reckon they'll run into it, too.