heard before—nor could she, for the moment, believe that they issued from the lips of human beings!
"Injuns!" ejaculated Jane Ann and swung her horse about, poising the auirt to strike. "Come on"
Her words were drowned in a sudden crackle of electricity—seemingly over their very heads. They were blinded by the flash of lightning which, cleaving the cloud at the zenith, shot a zigzag stream of fire into the midst of the cattle!
Momentarily Ruth gained a view of the thousands of tossing horns. A chorus of bellowing rose from the frightened herd.
But Jane Ann recovered her self-confidence instantly. "It's nothing but a joke, Ruthie!" she cried, in her friend's ear. "That's some of the boys riding up and trying to frighten us. But there, that's no joke!"
Another bolt of lightning and deafening report followed. The cowboys' trick was a fiasco. There was serious trouble at hand.
"The herd is milling!" yelled Jane Ann. "Sing again, Ruthie! Ride close in to them and sing! We must keep them from stampeding if we can!" and she spurred her own pony toward the bellowing, frightened steers.
