The cast was a failure.
The second vaquero now flung his lazo with more success.

The heavy loop, skilfully projected, shot out like an arrow, and embraced _both_ horns in its curving noose.

With the quickness of thought the vaquero wheeled his horse, buried his spurs deep into his flanks, and, pressing his thighs to the saddle, galloped off in an opposite direction.

The bull dashed on as before.

In a moment the lariat was stretched.