"That bronc is going to pitch." "Hold on, Carley!" yelled Glenn.
Desperately Carley essayed to do just that.

But Spillbeans jolted her out of the saddle.

She came down on his rump and began to slide back and down.

Frightened and furious, Carley tried to hang to the saddle with her hands and to squeeze the mustang with her knees.

But another jolt broke her hold, and then, helpless and bewildered, with her heart in her throat and a terrible sensation of weakness, she slid back at each upheave of the muscular rump until she slid off and to the ground in a heap.