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 
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