h the noose was
tight about the steer's horns, the brilliant little horse had overtaken
the beast, and in an action when man and horse seemed to combine as
one, the tightened rope was swung against the steer's legs. It was
thrown heavily. Like lightning the cowboy was off the horse, was on
top of the half-stunned steer, and had its legs hobbled in a rope.

One man of the many who competed in this trial of skill performed the
whole operation in twenty-eight seconds from the time the steer was
loosed to the time its legs were secured.

A more daring feat is "bull-dogging."

The steer is loosed as before, and the cattleman rides after it, but
instead of lassoing it, he leaps straight out of his saddle and plunges
on to the horns of the beast. Gripping these long and cruel-looking
weapons, he twists the bull's neck until the animal comes down, and
there, with his body in the hollow of the neck and shoulder, he holds
it until his companions run up and release him.

There is a real thrill of danger in this.

One man, a cowboy millionaire, caught his steer well, but in the crash
in which the animal came down it rolled right over him. For a moment
man and beast were lost in a confusion of tossing legs and dust. Then
the man, with shirt torn to ribbons and his back scraped in an ugly
manner, rose up gamely and limped away. The only thing about him that
had escaped universal dusting was his white double-linen collar, the
strangest article of clothing any "bull-dogger" might wear.

The Prince called this plucky fellow, as well as others of the outfit,
into the pavilion, and talked with them some time on the risk and
adventures of their business, as well as congratulating them on their
skill.

Two comely cowgirls, in fringed leather dresses, high boots, bright
blouses and broad sombreros, also caught his eye. He spoke to a
"movie" man, who had already added to the gaiety of nations by leaping
round in a circle (heavy camera and all) while a big, bucking broncho
had leaped round after him, telling him that the girls formed a fit
subject for the lens.

"I'm waiting until I can get you with them, sir," said the "movie" man.

"Oh, you'll get me all right," the Prince laughed. "There's no chance
of my escaping you."

The "movie" man got Prince and cowgirls presently, when the Prince had
invited them into the pavilion to chat for a few minutes. They were
fine, free and independent girls, who enjoyed the naturalness a