The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-07-10

1t was dangerous undertaking, tina
upon which the little party set forth
Should they fail to stop the cattle o
turn them in another direction, the!
stood a good chance of being run dow
and trampled 10 death or driven them
selves into the canyon. where their enc
would be equally swift and certain.
But they succeeded beyond their mos
sanguine expectations, and the hero
was soon brought to d Standstill, the
| most potent factor in which undOubt-
edly being the swift fate of the black
bull, in response 10 a bullet from one
of the cowboys. A small bunch of steers
at the lower end OF the herd, and that
farthest from the men, alone still
showed some signs of restlessness. See
ing it, Gambrill turned to Dudley and
a cowboy by the name of Pete. the
two standing nearest him.
Pete, you and Mr.. Forbes" said he
go and line up those steers down
there. or we'll nave cur trouble all over
again. The rest of us'll hold the herd
while you're doing it
| But the two had hardly covered half
| the distance, when without warning or
apparent cause, the whole herd started
suddenly off again, and likewise again
/ in the direction of the canyon.
Keep straight ahead" yelled Pete at
the top of his voice to Dudley, who was
a few yards behind It's our only
Chance. Nothinll stop 'em short of the
canyon now; the devil hisself couldn't
do it," The words were hardly out of
his mouth when his pony caught his
foot in 9, prairie dog hole, and over and
over on the prairie rolled both pony and
rider. The pony was on his feet again
in flash, but not Pete.
He lay like one dead.
Quickly as he could Dudley drew in
Izioy and rode back.
'Hurt?" he asked, jumping off and
leaning over him.
GO on -, go on" cried Pete; you
can't help me, ard you'll only be tram
pied to death, too
Whats the matter?" asked Dudley
with a GOODNESS that made the cowboy
stare at him open -InOuthed { S well as
open-eyed.
I've broke my leg or something"
groaned Pete. But, go, l say, don't
you hear them? They'll soon be on
US" This last as the ground began to
tremble perceptibly under the tread of
the approaching herd.
Get on my pony" was Dudley's
short reply Then, stopping down, ne
started to help him up.
81 can't do it," cried Pete, in ac-
cents that showed only too plainly how
great his sufferings. II can't walk"
LON WdHL you TO walk am go
ing to lift you on to Kio," continued
Dudley, his arms by this time under
those of Pete's, and starting to lift
him up.
Now for the saddle" he added, en-
couragingly, and getting him up and
standing on one leg
Go on, go on; / can't do it, groaned
Pete, his face contorted with pain and
trembling all over my legs broke"
''Yes, you can; it's only sprain. You
couldn't handle it that way if it were
broken
He made the effort, and, with Dud-
ley's help, reached the saddle.
But what are you going to do?'
asked Pete. holding on TO the front of
the saddle with both hands and look
ing at Dudley. The latter's answer was
to spring up behind him on the pony
Kio's load was a good one. Pete,
though short, tipped the scales to a
good 100 or more, while Dudley was a
strong, sinewy built fellow, nearly six
feet. He rose to the occasion, however
most bravely, and went galloping away
as fast as his stout little less could
carry him, as If such a thing as a
double lead was quite an every day af-
fair altogether. Whether by chance or
some wonderful instinct, he took the !
only way left to him, that toward the |
canyon, the low, sandy bluff marking
the same being now plainly visible |
about a half mile to the west in the /
soft gray dawn-day having begun to |