The rest of the cattle shoved from behind, and then the leaders broke, some going to the right, and the others to the left.
"Look out, Roger! Phil! They are coming your way!" screamed Dave.
He was right, and for the minute it looked as if Dave had been saved at the expense of his chums.

But only a few cattle were headed for the other boys, and as soon as Roger and Phil commenced to yell and wave their arms, these broke again, and thus the herd was completely scattered.

They ran a short distance further, then halted, and a little later began to graze as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Are you all right, son ?" asked Sid Todd, anxiously, as he ranged up beside Dave.
"Yes, but--I--I am a lit--tle wi--winded," answered Dave, when he could speak.
"Good enough! Then you mastered the bronco, eh?
Didn't he throw you at all ?" "No." "Didn't he roll ?" "Oh, yes, and I got off and on pretty quick, I can tell you." "It's wonderful! I never would have thought it!" And Sid Todd's face showed his great admiration.

"Why, don't you know that that is one of the wickedest ponies on this ranch?
Yates and some of the others have tried to ride him more than once." "And they couldn't do it ?" "Not much they couldn't! Why, that pony bit one of the men in the arm when he got too near!" "He snapped at me once." "Did, eh ?" "Yes, and I slapped his face." "Well, that's the best way--show 'em you ain't afraid.

But it's wonderful! When I see you on this pony I was sure you'd be killed, and I made up my mind to give Yates the wust lickin' he ever had." "He's as mild as a lamb now," went on Dave, as he eyed the pony.
"Don't you go for to trustin' him too much, yet," were Sid Todd's words of warning, and Dave took them to heart, and it was well he did so, for while returning to the ranch, the bronco tried several tricks to get rid of his rider, but without success.
"I never thought you would do it," said Roger, earnestly.