I found myself in sole charge of a front three miles long.
The nearest cattle were some distance ahead, and trotting along at a good gait.

As they had not yet discovered the chance left open by unforeseen circumstance, I descended and took in on my cinch while yet there was time.

Even as I mounted, an impatient movement on the part of experienced Brown Jug told me that the cattle had seen their opportunity.
I gathered the reins and spoke to the horse.

He needed no further direction, but set off at a wide angle, nicely calculated, to intercept the truants.

Brown Jug was a powerful beast.