He gave a loud shout and swung his arm, and the steer looked toward him and came to a halt.
"You've got your gun--if he tries to horn Roger, shoot him," went on Dave.
"I will," answered Phil, and riding still closer he swung his firearm around for action.
Dave made a hasty examination and saw that Roger's foot was caught by the toe and the heel, and would have to be turned in a side-way fashion to be loosened.

He caught his chum under the arms and turned him partly over.
"Now try it," he said quickly, at the same time turning once more to look at the steer.

The beast had finished his inspection of Phil and was coming forward as before, with head and horns almost sweeping the ground.

Behind him trailed the long lasso, which was still fast to one of his forelegs.
"Phil! Phil!" cried Dave, suddenly.

"I have it! Catch the lasso if you can and hold him back!" "I will--if I can," was the ready response.