But when he felt himself being dragged along on a run he came to his
senses. Stooping his head, he managed to get the knife between his
teeth. Then he went along the rope, gathering it in his hands as he
went, as if he were climbing it hand over hand.
A shout of joy went up from the two girls at this, for they saw his
purpose.
On he went, the rope coming into his hand and being coiled on his arm.
Woofer all the while was urging on his pony, trying to throw Ted off his
feet.
Ted had now gathered in about thirty feet of the rope, or about half of
it.
Woofer saw his game, and swore horribly, as he tried in vain to throw
Ted.
When he thought he had enough rope, Ted bent his head once more, and his
fingers grasped the knife with which he cut the rope and was free.
Suddenly a shrill whistle left his lips, and there was a nickering
answer as Sultan left the other horses and came galloping to his side.
Stella threw up her hat and shouted, and the soldiers followed her
example.
As Sultan galloped on, Ted leaped into the saddle, and began to make a
noose in his lariat, for he now was equally armed with his enemy.
But Woofer was game, and came galloping back. He didn't know how good a
roper Ted was, but he felt confidence in himself.
Around they went, circling like horsemen in a circus ring, with watchful
eyes and whirling lariats.
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