Frank's cowboy training now stood us in good stead.

He was off like a shot and turned the cougar from the direction of the canyon.
Jones lost not a moment in pursuit, and I, left with Jones's badly frightened bay, got going in time to see the race, but not to assist.
For several hundred yards Kitty made the hounds appear slow.

Don, being swiftest, gained on her steadily toward the close of the dash, and presently was running under her upraised tail.

On the next jump he nipped her.

She turned and sent him reeling.