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When Jones too drew away, she returned to a thorn bush in the neck of land running into the gully, crouched low and waited as before.
This new position, however, gave the ropers a better chance.
There was room to make a quick dash past the bush and throw as you went.
So: Means edged around on the north side of her, Jones moved in from the south.
Tossing his rope and shouting he attracted her attention.
He succeeded almost too well, because once she rose as if to charge, and he half wheeled his horse -- he was within fifty feet -- but she sank back.

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