I guess I'll tie onto this outfit.

Stopper, you'll maybe get a chance to turn a cow this afternoon." Just how soon the chance would come, Bud had not realized.

He had no more than come within shouting distance of the herd when a big, rollicky steer broke from the milling cattle and headed straight out past him, running like a deer.

Stopper, famed and named for his prowess with just such cattle, wheeled in his tracks and lengthened his stride to a run.
"Tie 'im down!" someone yelled behind Bud.

And "Catch 'im and tie 'im down!" shouted another.
For answer Bud waved his hand, and reached in his pocket for his knife.
Stopper was artfully circling the steer, forcing it back toward the herd, and in another hundred yards or so Bud must throw his loop He sliced off a saddle-string and took it between his teeth, jerked his rope loose, flipped open the loop as Stopper raced up alongside, dropped the noose neatly, and took his turns while Stopper planted his forefeet and braced himself for the shock.