The “Buster” seemed to have the advantage for a time, but after a while his pony seemed to tire.
Of course it was only a question of agility and endurance, and the end must come some time.
Suddenly the Buster’s pony slipped, and quick as a flash Copper Jake’s lasso went out.
It fairly sung its course through the air, and with accurate aim went down about the Buster’s shoulders.
A quick jerk and the lasso tightened about the victim.
The next moment he went off his pony’s back and was dragged a dozen feet upon the ground.
Then Copper Jake raised his broad-brimmed hat and waved it aloft.
He had won.
He might have dragged his rival to death at his pony’s heels.
But this he wisely refrained from doing. The crowd cheered, the Buster disentangled himself and rode into the camp much crestfallen and subdued.