It was a fair fight," called Kelly.
"Who's the next ambitious man ?" shouted Haney.
"I don't want no truck with that," said the cowboys among themselves.
"Not in a place like this," said Jimmy.

"A feller's liable to get mashed agin a fence." Mose stood with hands gripping a post, his eyes thoughtful.

Suddenly he threw off his coat.
"I'll try him," he said.
"Oh, I don't think you'd better; it'll bung you all up," cautioned Reynolds.
Mose said in a low voice: "I'm good for him, and I need that money." "Let him breathe awhile," called the crowd as the broncho was brought back, lariated as before.

"Give him a show for his life." Mose muttered to Reynolds: "He's due to bolt, and I'm going to quirt him a-plenty." The spectators, tense with joy, filled the air with advice and warning.
"Don't let him get started.

Keep him away from the fence." Mose wore a set and serious look as he approached the frenzied beast.
There was danger in this trick--a broken leg or collar bone might make his foolhardiness costly.