Dino Lasso

Dave flashed by, the dinosaur right on his tail. He had not known a reptile could move so rapidly.

“Run, Dave, run!” Josh yelled.

Then, as the creature thundered past, Reb tossed the noose over its head and short, stubby front legs. “Pull! Pull!” he yelled.

The four warriors hauled on the vine rope with all their might. The noose closed around the dinosaur’s middle.

The men sagged under the strain, but now Lom too called, “Pull! Pull!” and they threw their strength into it. The dinosaur was suddenly yanked up into the air. He squalled and clawed, but his stumpy legs could not reach the lariat.

“All right, you archers!” Dave yelled. “Let him have it!”

Instantly a dozen of Clag’s best archers stepped out of the woods and drew their bows.

Twang! Twang! Twang!

A few arrows missed, but the beast was punctured by many of them. He struggled briefly, then went limp.

“You’ve got him!” Reb screamed. “Let that critter down! Get them arrows out!”

“We’ve got this thing whipped,” Josh said exultantly. “Let me go get another one.”

Before Dave could answer, Josh was sprinting down the path to perform the same operation. Moments later he reappeared, a dinosaur on his heels. He shouted, “Don’t miss, Reb!”

Soon that reptile too was lassoed, strung up, and pierced with arrows. Cries of joy went up from all the tribesmen.