“Tired,” echoed the plainsman, “not much, lad. It’ll take a whole lot to tire them. Why, I’ve seen ’em go clear over a cliff. They’re like mad things when once they’re stampeded.”
Suddenly the auto came to a stop.
Suddenly the auto came to a stop.
“What’s the matter?” shouted Witherbee, in a sharp tone that showed his anxiety.
For reply Lathrop pointed ahead.
Right in front of them was a deep arroyo or water course with steep banks fully thirty feet in height, effectually blocking progress. The boys were trapped.
“What shall we do?” cried Lathrop with a white face.
“Not much of anything as I can see,” replied Bart with a shrug. “Looks like this is our finish.”
On swept the steers. The boys could now see the angry little red eyes of the leaders gleaming savagely. Their horns were as long and sharp pointed as spears.