Jones whipped the air with the stubborn rope.

To lose a chance like that was worse than boy's work.
The third whirl, running a smaller loop, tightened the coil round the frightened calf just back of its ears.

A pull on the bridle brought Kentuck to a halt in his tracks, and the baby buffalo rolled over and over in the grass.

Jones bounced from his seat and jerked loose a couple of the soft cords.

In a twinkling; his big knee crushed down on the calf, and his big hands bound it helpless.
Kentuck neighed.