A tree, with a high horizontal limb, stood near.

Dad once used it as a butcher's gallows.

Dwyer gathered the loose rein into a coil and heaved it over the limb, and hauled Casey up.

Then he tied the end of the rope to the yard and drove out the cows.
"When y' want 'im down," Dwyer said to Joe as he walked away, "cut the rope." Casey groaned, and one of his boots dropped off.

Then he began to spin round--to wind up and unwind and wind up again.