The lasso slipped over her back paws.

She leaped the whole length of the other lasso.

Jones caught it and fastened it more securely; but this precaution proved unnecessary, for she suddenly sank down either exhausted or choked, and gasped with her tongue hanging out.

Frank slipped the second noose over her back paws, and Jones did likewise with a third lasso over her right front paw.

These lassoes Jones tied to different saplings.
"Now you are a good Kitty," said Jones, kneeling by her.