The boss is already in his saddle, has summoned the other men, and is off at full gallop.
The cook gets up, re-trims his lamp, and hangs it as high on the wagon top as he can, to be visible as far as possible.

It is good two miles before we catch up on the stampeded herd, still going at a mad gallop.
The men are on flank trying to swing them round.

But someone seems to be in front, as we soon can hear pistol-shots fired in a desperate endeavour to stop the lead steers.

But even that is no avail, and indeed is liable to split the herd in two and so double the work.

So the thundering race continues, and it is only after many miles have been covered that the cattle have run themselves out and we finally get them quietened down and turned homewards.