The last contest of the day had been called. It was a test between two of the most skillful cowboys, to see who could lasso the other. As they were circling around on their horses, each seeking an opening, there came dashing up the road a man, on a foam-flecked steed. He put the horse right at the fence, which it leaped, and rode to where Mr. Kent stood.
"The cattle on the upper range have stampeded!" he yelled. "They're headed for the canyon!"
"Here boys!" shouted Mr. Kent. "Sharp work now! Send my horse here!
We must head 'em off!"
CHAPTER XXVII
THE CATTLE STAMPEDE
If there had been confusion and excitement before there was more of it now. Yet no one lost his head. There was a way of going about it, and though it seemed as if everyone was running here and there, without an object, there was a well-worked-out system evident.
The cowboys began looking to their saddle girths, for there was hard riding ahead of them. Some ran to the supply house for extra cartridges, and these were hurriedly thrust into belts or pockets. Coats and hats that had been discarded were donned, and several men began packing up some bacon and hardtack, while others strapped simple camp outfits back of their saddles, for there was no telling how long they would be obliged to be on the trail.
"Come on! Let's go!" cried Jack, and he and his two chums raced for the stables.
"Will they let us, do you think?" asked John, whose eyes sparkled at the thought of the chase.
"Of course," replied Nat. "Uncle said he wanted us to learn the ranch business. I'll ask him."