I had just time and no more to tighten girth and get into the saddle when he was on me, and my horse being a bit drowsy it needed sharp digging of the spurs to get out of the way.

I forget how many miles the boys said they had already run him, but it was a prodigious distance and we were still eight miles from the ranch.

The steer was getting hot, it began to suspect something, and to feel the pressure.

As he came down on me he looked like a mountain, his eyes were bright, he was blowing a bit, and looked particularly nasty.

When in such a condition it does not do to overpress, as, if you do, the chances are the steer will wheel round, challenge you and get on the fight.