"Up you go, boys. Take your pick. Then we're off."

Each seized upon the nearest animal, and, making use of the stirrup,
threw himself into the saddle. As Jerry had said, all of them had
frequently ridden at home, and indeed considered that they knew as much
about a saddle as the average boy of the East; but that amounted to very
little out here, where every one almost lived upon the back of a
broncho.

"Wow! But this is going some!" said Jerry as the whole group dashed
madly up the valley.

"I only hope I don't lose my camera in the rush," came from Will, who
was having troubles of his own in the rear.

"Look ahead, fellows! You can see what's going on, now!" called Frank,
who kept alongside the ranchman in the lead.

"Why, there's the bear, as sure as you live!" Bluff gasped.

"But what's he trying to do? First he rushes one way, and then turns
around to make a bolt at the other side. He must be getting rattled."

"Don't you see, Jerry, they've got him lassoed? He wants to tackle any
one of those three cowboys, but he just can't, with as many ropes
pulling him in three directions."

"Talk to me about that, will you, Frank!" cried Jerry. "I never expected
to see a grizzly bear held up in a rope like a steer. Look at the game
little ponies on their haunches, and holding like fun. They seem