The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1904-10-02

Halversen pounced upon him, seizing
his tail One foot to the left of the
steers hind legs and a sudden strong
pull. and the steer was down again
all in the space of. two seconds And
then, though there was the widest
kicking and struggling, HaIversen, bull
1 dog that he was, tied his animal down
and threw up his bloody arms. he was
torn and bruised, but he had tied his
steer. or course he could not win; he
had been more than three minutes at
tho struggle, but the crowd made up
TO him for the failure in the warmth Of
its reception. It had been three min
utes of such excitement as comes in
no other sport.
And so, one after another. the con-
testants rode forward TO the fall of
the flag-t was a Homeric list-but one
hy one they failed to equal the record
of Buster Graham, although little red
Seatchman named M0orse came within
six seconds of it. Turk McGloryf lost
all hope for himself, but ne still felt
brave for his hero. But Oliver would
do il if any one could. And il was now
Buds turn. He and Bud had been
left 10 the last. The nearer his time
came the oftener he glanced up to the
grand stand, 60 the girl in blue and
white. The pool seller was now crying
his name and Buds together. What
am 1 offered on Bud Oliver, champion
of Texas? Who win give me even money
on Turk MeGloFy against the field?'
1t would all have been sweet to
Turks ears, and embarrassing, too, il
he hadn't been so excited. There was
luck in roping; probably after all it
would go against Bud and Texas
Have you ever seen a cavaIryman,
preparing for a charge, turning to tie
his coat to his saddle, rolling up the
sleeves over his muscular arms, draw
ing saber and twisting his wrist in the
saber cord, then setting his face grimly
forward? If you have you know how
Bud Oliver looked cleared for battle.
but no cavalrynsan ever sat his horse
with the oneness of Bud Oliver. To an
unschooIed observer the little roam
pony seemed understood for so large a
man; but the cowboys, whose alphabet
is horses knew well the prowess OF that
eat-fianked. ragged-necked roam with
his ears laid back and his eyes glean--
ing half wild.
Look out for the Tehanna" mani"
called q voice from the crowd
We're betting on you. Bud Oliver!"
came other shouts. The Texas men
were not OverpopuIar in Arizona, and
The babel of voices ceased sharply. A
wiry little steer, red and white, shot
into the field as if catapulted Turk
McGlory observed how like an antelope
it ran--long legged and as easily as the
wind blows. The flag fell, and Bud was
Off; the judges riding after him were
blurred in his dust. There was no
roper like Bud. He waited long before
raising his rope, bending close to his
saddle and riding hard. Then IN what
curious, loose coils he swung it Would
he ride clean over mis- steer? There,
he had reached out as if to catch the
steer by the tail, and the rope had gone
over his head like a hoop horns and
the steer. How they we're funningi
Turk McClory rose suddenly in his sad
die.
Look out for the fence" he roared.
But Bud had seen it. too, and the lit
tie roam squatted like a rabbit. The
steer, reaching the ropes end, doubled
up and fell, but fell against the fence.
There had not been quite room enough.
Bud was off saddle. and the little roam,
knowing we'll what was going on,
walked away like a man. pulling. hard
on the rope to keep the steer down, !
If il had been a larger steer, or a fat
lGI Oucs AutIt WOtiQ HdNEI rBCtit tAO
trouble, but this one fought like a cat.
now on its knees, now on it's feet. Bud
seized il by the tail, and with a single
fierce toss he laid it fiat then he tied
and arms up. Turk McGlory waited
with hands clenched TO hear time.
Fifty seconds. - 'r---'- - ----------
So Bud was beaten by. a second, and
beaten because he didn't have fair
field. How the crowd howled fer the
Arizona champion Bud came up smil-
ing and uneoncerned-
Now, McGlory," he said you must
make a showing for Texas"
What ami offered@en Turk .AfeCfloFy
against the field?" shouted the pool
seller. "N0w's your last chancew
"Hurrah for the kid from Texas. n
shouted other voices.
Turk McGiory was at the line. as
tOnished 70 find himseltIcOiling his rope
with so much ease. He felt that he
wasn't doing it himself, but that some
one else was working In him. The sun
blazed hot on the field. but everything |
seemed dim and indistinct. 10 MIN all
the voices Kept shouting:
Turk McGlory. Turk McGIory, Turk
McGlory,'
"Hurrah for Texas and the calico
horse!" came a shout from the grand
stand.
wait TN they see you run, Pinto
Turk said between his teeth, and the
pinto stirred nervously under him.
Ready" called Turk McGlOry,
though not in Turk McGlorys voice.
He gave one glance behind him. The
grand stand was picture OF a girl ini
blue and white; she was the picture,
all the rest was frame.
There was a clatter at the pen, and
the steer shot past him. Instantly he
saw all its points-horns, legs, tail
and they spoke 20 him with meaning
OF familiarity So must the old knight
have looked for the points OF his adver-
sary's armor. Now that he was IF,
Turks head cleared TO his work. The
steer ran with hind feet swinging side
ways, hoglike. lie remembered a steer.
in The Lazy A outfit that had the same
habit, and a bad one Ii was, too How
strange that he should think of such
things at such a time. The steer was
swerving swiftly TO the left. The pintot,
nose forward and diiating, instantly
slackened pace. swerving In the same
direction and cutting of distance Il
was much 70 have hogsee pf1to though
Re be, that knew his business. Turks
rope began to swing, but he was wholly