Had the shreds and ribbons that dangled to it been a little longer, he might have trodden on them and pulled it back, but he did n't.

Joe deemed it his duty to follow that red bullock till it dropped the waistcoat, so he hammered along full split behind.

Dad and Dave stood watching until pursued and pursuer vanished down the gully; then Dad said something about Joe being a fool, and they pulled at the wire again.

They were nearing a corner post, and Dad was hauling the wire through the last panel, when there came the devil's own noise of galloping hoofs.

Fifty or more cattle came careering along straight for the fence, bellowing and kicking up their heels in the air, as cattle do sometimes after a shower of rain.