"Stand by his shoulder and watch his heels.

Take the stirrup with your right hand and turn it to catch your foot.

Stay back by his shoulder until you are ready to swing up.
Take your time." "I won't be long," returned Patches, as he awkwardly gained his seat in the saddle.
Phil moved his horse nearer the center of the corral, and shook out his loop a little.
"When you're ready, lean over and pull up the blindfold," he called.
The man on the horse did not hesitate.

With every angry nerve and muscle strained to the utmost, the powerful bay leaped into the air, coming down with legs stiff and head between his knees.

For an instant the man miraculously kept his place.