Reddy, too. The poor fellow has been in a sweat with fear ever since the
stampede broke out," was the hearty way the rancher greeted Frank as he
came bustling in.

"Oh, I was right in the line of the rush, but by clever work on the
part of my pony managed to reach the trees before they caught me. But
what's the report about the cattle, sir?" asked Frank eagerly.

"The boys have halted them about ten miles from here. Thanks to the
storm stopping, and the animals getting leg weary, we managed to head
them off. Little damage done, except to our feelings. These things
happen once in a while, and are really unavoidable. Steers in a panic
are crazy; but then I suppose the same would apply to human beings, if
all accounts are true that I read about theater fires and such things."

He asked many questions concerning Frank's adventure.

"You just happened to choose the wrong side, lad. Had you headed the
other way you would have had little trouble. The storm came from that
quarter, and a cowboy must have known that cattle always run _away_ from
the lightning and rain. But fortunately you made the timber, and; as the
subject is unpleasant, we'll drop it for the present. Now get off to
bed, the lot of you. In the morning, if you want, I'll take you down
with me, and show you how we drive a big herd."

"I've got my last roll of films in the camera, and that would make a
mighty fine set of pictures to finish up with; but, oh! what wouldn't I
give if I could have caught Frank, here, riding for life on that
crippled pony, and the stampede sweeping down on him!" said Will
enthusiastically.