The runabout had been rescued, and the whole party introduced and
talking merrily when Jess set up a cry.
"Goodness! here comes that ram again!"
Down the road, with the two sheep drivers at its heels, the beast was
indeed coming. It advanced at a hard gallop, with head lowered and
formidable horns ready for a charge, into the midst of the group.
"Look out for him!" yelled the sheep herders.
They needed no second injunction. All skipped adroitly out of the path
of the oncoming beast, which was rushing on like a whirlwind. Jimsy
proved equal to the emergency. From his aeroplane he took the rope which
had already done good service in rescuing the _Golden Butterfly_ from
the pond. He formed it into a loop--the lariat of the Western plains.
"Now we've got him!" he exclaimed; "that is, if we are careful. But
watch out!"
"No danger of that," responded Peggy, from the vantage of the tonneau of
the car; "but how are you going to rope him?"
"Watch!"
Jimsy began swinging his loop in ever widening circles. The ram was now
within a few feet of him.
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