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osed in on her。 The next instant a struggling mass whirled on the ground。 Jones and Frank； yelling like demons； almost rode over it。 The cougar broke from her assailants； and dashing away leaped on the first tree。 It was a half…dead pine with short snags low down and a big branch extending out over a ravine。
〃I think we can hold her now；〃 said Jones。 The tree proved to be a most difficult one to climb。 Jones made several ineffectual attempts before he reached the first limb； which broke； giving him a hard fall。 This calmed me enough to make me take notice of Jones's condition。 He was wet with sweat and covered with the black pitch from the pines； his shirt was slit down the arm； and there was blood on his temple and his hand。 The next attempt began by placing a good…sized log against the tree； and proved to be the necessary help。 Jones got hold of the second limb and pulled himself up。
As he kept on； Kitty crouched low as if to spring upon him。 Again Frank and I sent warning calls to him； but he paid no attention to us or to the cougar； and continued to climb。 This worried Kitty as much as it did us。 She began to move on the snags； stepping from one to the other； every moment snarling at Jones； and then she crawled up。 The big branch evidently took her eye。 She tried several times to climb up to it； but small snags close together made her distrustful。 She walked uneasily out upon two limbs； and as they bent with her weight she hurried back。 Twice she did this； each time looking up； showing her desire to leap to the big branch。 Her distress became plainly evident； a child could have seen that she feared she would fall。 At length； in desperation； she spat at Jones； then ran out and leaped。 She all but missed the branch； but succeeded in holding to it and swinging to safety。 Then she turned to her tormentor； and gave utterance to most savage sounds。 As she did not intimidate her pursuer； she retreated out on the branch； which sloped down at a deep angle； and crouched on a network of small limbs。
When Jones had worked up a little farther； he commanded a splendid position for his operations。 Kitty was somewhat below him in a desirable place； yet the branch she was on joined the tree considerably above his head。 Jones cast his lasso。 It caught on a snag。 Throw after throw he made with like result。 He recoiled and recast nineteen times； to my count； when Frank made a suggestion。
〃Rope those dead snags an' break them off。〃
This practical idea Jones soon carried out； which left him a clear path。 The next fling of the lariat caused the cougar angrily to shake her head。 Again Jones sent the noose flying。 She pulled it off her back and bit it savagely。
Though very much excited； I tried hard to keep sharp； keen faculties alert so as not to miss a single detail of the thrilling scene。 But I must have failed； for all of a sudden I saw how Jones was standing in the tree； something I had not before appreciated。 He had one hand hold； which he could not use while recoiling the lasso； and his feet rested upon a precariously frail…appearing； dead snag。 He made eleven casts of the lasso； all of which bothered Kitty； but did not catch her。 The twelfth caught her front paw。 Jones jerked so quickly and hard that he almost lost his balance； and he pulled the noose off。 Patiently he recoiled the lasso。
〃That's what I want。 If I can get her front paw she's ours。 My idea is to pull her off the limb； let her hang there； and then lasso her hind legs。〃
Another cast； the unlucky thirteenth； settled the loop perfectly round her neck。 She chewed on the rope with her front teeth and appeared to have difficulty in holding it。
〃Easy！ Easy！ Ooze thet rope！ Easy！〃 yelled the cowboy。
Cautiously Jones took up the slack and slowly tightened the nose； then with a quick jerk； fastened it close round her neck。
We heralded this achievement with yells of triumph that made the forest ring。
Our triumph was short…lived。 Jones had hardly moved when the cougar shot straight out into the air。 The lasso caught on a branch； hauling her up short； and there she hung in mid…air； writhing； struggling and giving utterance to sounds terribly human。 For several seconds she swung； slowly descending； in which frenzied time I； with ruling passion uppermost； endeavored to snap a picture of her。
The unintelligible commands Jones was yelling to Frank and me ceased suddenly with a sharp crack of breaking wood。 Then crash！ Jones fell out of the tree。 The lasso streaked up； ran over the limb； while the cougar dropped pell…mell into the bunch of waiting； howling dogs。
The next few moments it was impossible for me to distinguish what actually transpired。 A great flutter of leaves whirled round a swiftly changing ball of brown and black and yellow； from which came a fiendish clamor。
Then I saw Jones plunge down the ravine and bounce here and there in mad efforts to catch the whipping lasso。 He was roaring in a way that made all his former yells merely whispers。 Starting to run； I tripped on a root； fell prone on my face into the ravine； and rolled over and over until I brought up with a bump against a rock。
What a tableau rivited my gaze！ It staggered me so I did not think of my camera。 I stood transfixed not fifteen feet from the cougar。 She sat on her haunches with body well drawn back by the taut lasso to which Jones held tightly。 Don was standing up with her； upheld by the hooked claws in his head。 The cougar had her paws outstretched； her mouth open wide； showing long； cruel； white fangs； she was trying to pull the head of the dog to her。 Don held back with all his power； and so did Jones。 Moze and Sounder were tussling round her body。 Suddenly both ears of the dog pulled out； slit into ribbons。 Don had never uttered a sound； and once free； he made at her again with open jaws。 One blow sent him reeling and stunned。 Then began again that wrestling whirl。
〃Beat off the dogs！ Beat off the dogs！〃 roared Jones。 〃She'll kill them！ She'll kill them！〃
Frank and I seized clubs and ran in upon the confused furry mass； forgetful of peril to ourselves。 In the wild contagion of such a savage moment the minds of men revert wholly to primitive instincts。 We swung our clubs and yelled； we fought all over the bottom of the ravine； crashing through the bushes； over logs and stones。 I actually felt the soft fur of the cougar at one fleeting instant。 The dogs had the strength born of insane fighting spirit。 At last we pulled them to where Don lay； half…stunned； and with an arm tight round each； I held them while Frank turned to help Jones。
The disheveled Jones； bloody； grim as death； his heavy jaw locked； stood holding to the lasso。 The cougar； her sides shaking with short； quick pants； crouched low on the ground with eyes of purple fire。
〃For God's sake； get a half…hitch on the saplin'！〃 called the cowboy。
His quick grasp of the situation averted a tragedy。 Jones was nearly exhausted； even as he was beyond thinking for himself or giving up。 The cougar sprang； a yellow； frightful flash。 Even as she was in the air； Jones took a quick step to one side and dodged as he threw his lasso round the sapling。 She missed him； but one alarmingly outstretched paw grazed his shoulder。 A twist of Jones's big hand fastened the lassoand Kitty was a prisoner。 While she fought； rolled； twisted； bounded； whirled； writhed with hissing； snarling fury； Jones sat mopping the sweat and blood from his face。
Kitty's efforts were futile； she began to weaken from the choking。 Jones took another rope； and tightening a noose around her back paws； which he lassoed as she rolled over； he stretched her out。 She began to contract her supple body； gave a savage； convulsive spring； which pulled Jones flat on the ground； then the terrible wrestling started again。 The lasso slipped over her back paws。 She leaped the whole length of the other lasso。 Jones caught it and fastened it more securely； but this precaution proved unnecessary； for she suddenly sank down either exhausted or choked； and gasped with her tongue hanging out。 Frank slipped the second noose over her back paws； and Jones did likewise with a third lasso over her right front paw。 These lassoes Jones tied to different saplings。
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