The horses came toward him, and Danny, at Jed's shout, commenced to ride for the ranch. It was a new, an odd, an interesting game. The horses came fast and faster. Now and then to his ears floated Jed's repeated cry: "Keep goin'! Keep ahead!" And he spurred on, wondering at every jump how his horse could possibly keep his feet longer in that awful footing. But he had faith in the stout little beast he rode, and his spirit was of the sort that would not question when a man as skilled in the game as was Jed urged him along. The mares with their colts pressed closely, but Danny kept going, kept urging speed. Straight on for the ranch he headed, and when they reached the level bottom of the gulch the race waxed warm. "Into th' round corral!" cried Jed. "Keep goin'! You're doin' fine!" And into the round corral Danny headed his mount, while the nose of the lead mare reached out at his pony's flank. The gate swung shut; the mares trotted around the inclosure, worried, for there their offspring had been taken from them before. The colts hung close to their mothers, snorting and rolling their wide eyes, while the saddle horses stood with legs apart, getting their wind. Danny's eyes sparkled. "That's sport!" he declared. "But, say, will these horses always follow a rider that way?" Jed loosed his cinch before he answered: "Horses is like some men. As long as they're bein' pushed from behind an' they's somebody goin' ahead of 'em, they'll follow--follow right through high water! But once let 'em get past th' rider who's supposed to be holdin' 'em up--why, then they's no handlin' 'em at all. They scatter an' go their own way, remainin' free. "As I said, they're like men. To be sure, lots of men has got to give that what's leadin' 'em such a run that they beat it to death an' get a chance to go free!" Danny rubbed his horse's drenched withers and agreed with a nod as Jed walked over to the gate and fumbled with the fastening. "Say," he said, turning round, "I like th' way you ride!" Danny looked up quickly, pleased. "I'm glad," he said, but in the simple assertion was a great self-pride. "Most fellers strange in th' country wouldn't fancy takin' that kind of a bust down off a point. No, sir. Not such a ride for us old heads, but for a greenhorn-- Well, I guess you'll get to be a top hand some day, all right!"