Lefty Allen also rode his mount from the same gate, but took ten minutes more in which to do it.
The announcer conferred with the timekeepers and then stepped forward: "First, Skinny Thompson, Bar-20, thirty minutes and ten seconds; second, Lefty Allen, O-Bar-O, forty minutes and seven seconds." Skinny returned to his friends shamefacedly and did not look as if he had just won a championship.

They made way for him, and Johnny, who could not restrain his enthusiasm pounded him on the back and cried: "Yu old son-of-a-gun!" The announcer again came forward and gave out the competitors for the next contest, steer-roping and tying.

Lanky Smith arose and, coiling his rope carefully, disappeared into the crowd.

The fun was not so great in this, but when he returned to his outfit with the phenomenal time of six minutes and eight seconds for his string of ten steers, with twenty-two seconds for one of them, they gave him vociferous greeting.

Three of his steers had gotten up after he had leaped from his saddle to tie them, but his horse had taken care of that.