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Rh of Old Trouble-Maker. Then the calico pony came to an abrupt halt, sliding along the ground with all four feet braced.

"Zip!" the noose tightened and the steer brought up with a suddenness that threatened to dislocate his neck. Down the beast fell, roaring a different tune. Old Trouble-Maker almost turned a somersault, while Jane Ann, dancing in delight, caught off her very modern and high-priced hat and swung it in the air.

"Hurrah for Bashful Ike!" she shouted. "He's the best little old boy with the rope that ever worked for the Silver outfit. Hurrah!"