of this life-destroying horde, forcing the 

 stragglers back into line, and by many 

 a sudden dash forward, then to the right, 

 sharp wheel about, and more spurts this 

 way and that, were slowly driving it to- 

 ward another mass of cattle, a half mile 

 further on, which could be distinguished 

 only by the clouds of dust which en- 

 veloped it. 



Van Anden, meanwhile, in the small 

 bunch with which I had had such an 

 intimate acquaintance, was acting as 

 though he had lost his wits, or so it 

 seemed to me until I began to under- 

 stand what he was doing. He would 

 dart into the bunch, scattering cattle 

 right and left, and would weave in and 

 out, out and in, waving his arms, 

 shouting, throwing his rope, occasion- 

 ally hitting an animal across the nose 

 or the flank, sometimes twisting their 



