But I must have failed, for all of a sudden I saw how Jones was standing in the tree, something I had not before appreciated.

He had one hand hold, which he could not use while recoiling the lasso, and his feet rested upon a precariously frail-appearing, dead snag.

He made eleven casts of the lasso, all of which bothered Kitty, but did not catch her.

The twelfth caught her front paw.

Jones jerked so quickly and hard that he almost lost his balance, and he pulled the noose off.