"If he is pursued, he can easily scramble up on some of the steep rocks and get out of the way." For fully ten minutes they watched the scene below them with interest.
At one time the cowboy would appear to have the best of the situation, then it looked as if the steer would have his own way.

But gradually man and beast worked up toward the top of the ravine.
"He'll worry the steer along, if he doesn't get too tired," said Dave.
"But it must be a fearful strain on him." The strain was heavier than the boys anticipated and several times Sid Todd was on the point of giving up the struggle.

Perhaps, had he been alone, he might have done so.

But, with the others looking on, he felt that his reputation was at stake, and so he worried along, until he suddenly slipped on some rocks and fell flat.
As he went down, the steer appeared to realize the man's helplessness, and with a weird snort he rushed forward, the lasso becoming tangled up on the front leg as he advanced.
"Look out, Sid!" yelled Yates.

"He's goin' to hook yer!" Todd had been a little stunned by his fall, and a bit of brushwood hid the animal from his view.