On our way back to the rancho, we encountered a herd of wild cattle, one of which the young rancheroes wished to capture.  Off they set in pursuit of a fine bull they had singled out from the herd.  One of them rode up on the right side of the animal about twenty feet off, the other kept a little behind at about the same distance on the left side.  Away flew the noose of the right-hand man over the head of the beast; at the same moment the ranchero behind cast his by a peculiar knack over the left hind-foot, as the animal lifted it in running.  The sudden jerk brought him to the ground, and the other ends of the lassoes being fastened to the saddles, the horses stood perfectly still, dragging away with all their might in opposite directions.  Their masters quietly dismounted, and leaving their horses thus keeping the bull secure, they leisurely approached him.  They then secured his feet in such a way that he could only just walk, and bent his head down to his legs, so that he could not butt, and making him get up, led him away a prisoner.  Several were treated in the same way.  We wonderfully enjoyed our day's excursion.