As soon as a band of them caught sight of any one of us, they curled their tails and away they went at a long, easy lope that a domestic cow would stare at in wonder.

This was all very well; in fact we yelled and shrieked and otherwise uttered cow-calls to keep them going, to "get the cattle started," as they say.

But pretty soon a little band of the many scurrying away before our thin line, began to bear farther and farther to the east.

When in their judgment they should have gained an opening, they would turn directly back and make a dash for liberty.

Accordingly the nearest cowboy clapped spurs to his horse and pursued them.
It was a pretty race.