The steer seemed to have fallen, and a look toward the
crest of the hill showed what had made him. For up at the top of the
slope, sitting on his big horse, was the new foreman, Charley Dayton,
and from his saddle horn a rope stretched out. The other end of the
rope was around the steer's neck, and it was a pull on this rope that
had caused the big beast to turn a somersault.
"Oh, he lassoed the steer! He lassoed him!" cried Bert, as he saw what
had happened.
And that is just what the foreman had done. He had been out riding
over the ranch, and had seen the lone steer on top of the hill which
he knew led down into a hollow filled with red flowers.
"At first," said Mr. Dayton to Nan and Bert, telling them the story
afterward, "I couldn't imagine why the steer was acting so queerly. I
thought may be he didn't like the red flowers, so I rode up to see
what the matter was. Then I saw you children down in the hollow and
saw the steer rushing at you.
"There was only one thing I could do, and I did it.
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