He could only duplicate the deeds of those who had gone before so long as his work was governed by the marshal--but when, as in the case of others, he was free to "put on frills," he did so.

Tackling the heaviest and wildest steer, he dropped his rope over one horn and caught up one foot, then taking a loose turn about his pommel he spoke to Kintuck.

The steer reached the end of the rope with terrible force.

It seemed as if the saddle must give way--but the strain was cunningly met, and the brute tumbled and laid flat with a wild bawl.

While Kintuck held him Mose took a cigar from his pocket, bit the end off, struck a match and puffed carelessly and lazily.