That's the way.

Hang on now an' you'll have him beat." The mustang pitched all over the space adjacent to Dale and Helen, tearing up the moss and grass.

Several times he tossed Bo high, but she slid back to grip him again with her legs, and he could not throw her.
Suddenly he raised his head and bolted.

Dale answered Bo's triumphant cry.

But Pony had not run fifty feet before he tripped and fell, throwing Bo far over his head.