Just as it appeared that he would plow his way right through the delicate fabric, Jimsy hurled his loop. It settled round the animal's horns. Planting his heels in the ground Jimsy held tight to the rope. The next minute he "snubbed" it tight and the ram lost its feet and rolled over and over in the dust.
Jake and Roy rushed in and completed the job of tying the creature.
"Goodness, Jimsy, you're a regular broncho buster!" cried Peggy admiringly.
"Oh, I learned to do some tricks with a rope with the horse hunters out in Nevada," was the response.
But careless as his manner was, Jimsy's eyes glowed with triumph. It was plainly to be seen that he was delighted with his success. Just then the two sheep drivers came running up.
The girls looked rather alarmed. Suppose they should blame them for trying to kidnap the ram.
"I'll do the talking," declared Roy; "if you said anything, Jimsy, there might be a row."
"All right," laughed Jimsy, regarding his "roped and tied captive." "I suppose you are an expert on dealing with ram owners."
"Well, I'm on to their mental ramifications," laughed Roy.
The sheep driver, an elderly man, accompanied by a youth, came up to them now. He touched his hat civilly as he approached.