Jones conceived the idea of raising the loop of his lasso on a long pole, but as no pole of sufficient length could be found, he tried from the back of his horse.

The bay walked forward well enough; when, however, he got under the beast and heard her growl, he reared and almost threw Jones.
Frank's horse could not be persuaded to go near the tree.

Satan evinced no fear of the cougar, and without flinching carried Jones directly beneath the limb and stood with ears back and forelegs stiff.
"Look at that! look at that!" cried Jones, as the wary cougar pawed the loop aside.

Three successive times did Jones have the lasso just ready to drop over her neck, when she flashed a yellow paw and knocked the noose awry.

Then she leaped far out over the waiting dogs, struck the ground with a light, sharp thud, and began to run with the speed of a deer.