Patiently he recoiled the lasso.
"That's what I want.

If I can get her front paw she's ours.

My idea is to pull her off the limb, let her hang there, and then lasso her hind legs." Another cast, the unlucky thirteenth, settled the loop perfectly round her neck.

She chewed on the rope with her front teeth and appeared to have difficulty in holding it.
"Easy! Easy! Ooze thet rope! Easy!" yelled the cowboy.
Cautiously Jones took up the slack and slowly tightened the nose, then with a quick jerk, fastened it close round her neck.
We heralded this achievement with yells of triumph that made the forest ring.
Our triumph was short-lived.

Jones had hardly moved when the cougar shot straight out into the air.