Manuel back there. How many minutes 

 will it be before the rest are down 

 with them?" So the infuriating pistols 

 popped till all their shots were gone, 

 and Monarch foamed with slobbering 

 jaws of rage. 



"Keep on! keep cool," cried Kell- 

 yan. 



His lariat flew as the cattle-killing 

 paw was lifted for an instant. The 

 lasso bound his wrist. "Sing! Sing!" 

 went two, and caught him by the neck. 

 A bull with his great club-foot in a 

 noose is surely caught, but the Grizzly 

 raised his supple, hand-like, tapering 

 paw and gave one jerk that freed it. 

 Now the two on his neck were tight; 

 he could not slip them. The horses 

 at the ends they were dragging, 

 choking him; men were shouting, hov- 

 ering, watching for a new chance, 

 when Monarch, firmly planting both 



