In no time each had recognised his choice, and, his loop trailing, was walking toward that part of the revolving circumference where his pony dodged.

Some few whirled the loop, but most cast it with a quick flip.

It was really marvellous to observe the accuracy with which the noose would fly, past a dozen tossing heads, and over a dozen backs, to settle firmly about the neck of an animal perhaps in the very centre of the group.

But again, if the first throw failed, it was interesting to see how the selected pony would dodge, double back, twist, turn, and hide to escape second cast.

And it was equally interesting to observe how his companions would help him.
They seemed to realise that they were not wanted, and would push themselves between the cowboy and his intended mount with the utmost boldness.