' time straight towards me, and as I had 

 M dropped considerably behind the herd 

 M in order to breathe some fresh air and 

 j\ to be free from the dust, I knew that it 

 D meant a long hard chase for Van and 

 P his tired horse if I did not head off that 

 B heifer; I felt I owed him that much. I 

 had seen the cowboys do that very 

 thing a hundred times that morning, 

 but you cannot stand on your toe by 

 watching a ballet dancer do it. How- 

 ever, I started on a gallop, slanting diag- 

 onally towards the creature, swinging 

 one arm frantically (I really could not 

 let go with both) and yelling " Hi, hi ! " 

 I wondered what would happen next, 

 for to be honest, I was exquisitely 

 scared. Why scared ? It is not for me 

 to explain a woman's dread of the un- 

 known and untried. 



I heard Van shouting, but could not 



