lariat

At last one of the men mounted his horse, and set out with his lariat to lasso the refractory beast in true cow-boy style.

Passing from the stern to the bow, he knelt down and dipped one hand in the water, ready to clutch the end of the lariat.

For a time he stared more at the mangled lariat than at the amazing scenery through which he was gliding.

Thurstane took the lariat, inspected the breakage carefully, and scowled with helpless rage.

Little Raven had kept tight hold of the lariat, however, and as the pony struggled to its feet he sprang upon its back.