Each was in sight of his right- and left-hand neighbour.
Thus was constructed a drag-net whose meshes contracted as home was neared.
I was detached, when of our party only the Cattleman and Homer remained.

They would take the outside.

This was the post of honour, and required the hardest riding, for as soon as the cattle should realise the fact of their pursuit, they would attempt to "break" past the end and up the valley.

Brown Jug and I congratulated ourselves on an exciting morning in prospect.
Now, wild cattle know perfectly well what a drive means, and they do not intend to get into a round-up if they can help it.

Were it not for the two facts, that they are afraid of a mounted man, and cannot run quite so fast as a horse, I do not know how the cattle business would be conducted.