"Yes, I think, too, that one at a time is enough," replied Mr. Bell.
Even before they reached the corral they heard the voice of Russ yelling. They heard him calling:
"Whoa now! Stop! Stop, bossy cow! Let me get up! Stop!"
"Maybe the calf will hook him!" cried Mrs. Bunker.
"Oh, no!" answered Uncle Fred. "The calves don't have horns. Russ will be all right, though he may be mussed up a bit."
"It will teach him not to lasso calves after this," said Mr. Bunker.
"I'm not so sure of that," murmured Mrs. Bunker. "It is more apt to make the others want to try the same thing."
A moment later they turned around the corner of one of the ranch buildings and came in sight of the corral. In one end they could see some frightened calves standing huddled together. In the middle of the corral was a cloud of dust.
"That must be Russ and the calf," said Uncle Fred.
He and Daddy Bunker ran faster toward the fence, within which the calves were kept, but, before they could reach it, they saw a man run out from one of the buildings, jump over the fence without touching it and land inside the corral. Then he disappeared in the cloud of dust.