You was facin' the whole mob of 'em, swingin' a gun barrel, an' I knew where I belonged.
But damned if that feller didn't startle me.

He was up like a flash to his feet, an' I thought he was trying to get me.

But he wasn't.

When I run to you, he wasn't two steps behind, an' may I be jiggered, sir, if he didn't jump in there on your right, an' fight like a wild man.

That's all I saw, just the first glimpse.