As I had been warm I had my sombrero over the pommel of the saddle.

And when the head of my horse blocked any possible sight of movement of my hand, I pulled my gun and held it concealed under my sombrero.

This rustler had bothered me in my calculations.

And here he came galloping, alone.

Exultation would have been involuntary then but for the sudden shock, and then the cold settling of temper, the breathless suspense.