"Neigh, neigh!" cried the good gray horse as he gave a spring forward.
"Then go faster!" screamed the little old man.
"Gid ap!" yelled Puss, Jr. At this the horse with leaps and bounds came closer and closer to the fleeing pig.
"I've got the rope!" cried the little old man.
"Make a big noose at one end," said Puss, "and as we draw near throw it over his head."
"That I will," answered the little old man. "When I was young I was a cowboy. I hope I've not forgotten how to swing a lariat."
As good luck would have it, he had not. All at once the little old man swung the rope in the air and the noose fell over the pig's head.
"I've got him! I've got him!" cried the old man, and Puss, Jr., pulled in his horse. The race was over and the old man, jumping down to the ground, thanked Puss again and again for his assistance.