Lumpy Bates, observing the mishap, had spurred toward the running steer, intending to cast a lariat over one of the animal's feet and throw it so they could remove the lariat from its neck. Just as the cowboy wheeled his mount in order to reach one of the steer's hind feet, Chunky clumsily cast his own rope. Instead of reaching the muley steer, the loop caught the left hind foot of the cowpuncher's galloping pony. "Cinch it!" called Tad as the loop followed an undulating course through the air. Chunky did cinch it gleefully about his saddle pommel. At the same time he cinched something else. The cowpuncher's mount went down, its nose burrowing into the turf. Lumpy was so taken by surprise that he had no time to save himself. He shot over the pony's neck, landing flat on his back several feet in advance of the pony's nose. The watching cowboys set up a jeering yell. Lumpy scrambled to his feet, his face purple with rage. "You tenderfoot!" shrieked Curley Adams. "To let the gopher rope you like a yearling steer!" Chunky sat on his mount with blanched face, now realizing the enormity of his act. "I--I didn't mean to do it," he stammered. At first Lumpy did not know what had caused his pony to fall. But no sooner had he gotten to his feet than he comprehended. With a savage roar he sprang for the fat boy with quirt raised above his head, prepared to bring it down on Stacy Brown the instant he reached him. The blow would have been bad enough had it been delivered in the ordinary way. The cowboy, however, had gasped the quirt by the small end and was preparing to use the loaded butt on the head of the boy who had been the cause of his fall. Tad had halted upon observing the accident, laughing uproariously at the spectacle of Lumpy Bates being roped by Stacy Brown. When he saw the quirt in the hands of the cowpuncher, however, and realized what his purpose was, the laughter died on the lips of Tad Butler. "Drop that quirt, Lumpy!" he commanded sternly. Lumpy gave no heed to the command, but broke into a run for Stacy. Tad, who was a few rods away, put spurs to his pony, at the same time slipping off the lariat from the other side of his saddle. "The Pinto's going to rope him," gasped the cowboys. All were too far away to be of any assistance. Stallings was with another part of the herd, else he would have jumped in and interfered before Tad's action had become necessary. Tad's pony leaped forward under the pressure of the spurs. The boy began spinning the noose of the lariat above his head. The cowboys were watching in breathless suspense. Tad sent the loop squirming through the air, turning his pony so as to run parallel with the one on which Stacy was sitting, half paralyzed with fear, as he gazed into the rage-contorted face of Lumpy Bates.