In a moment, however, he had controlled himself; and perfectly calm and collected, he watched the man before him.

There was no doubt that Duncan was contemplating a renewal of his journey.

He was dressed in a hunting suit of heavy brown ducking, with high top boots and a wide brimmed sombrero, while across his shoulders was slung a leather bag, which was filled probably with clothing and provisions.

In his hand he carried a splendid repeating rifle, and a brace of pistols were in his belt.
All this the detective was able to note in the brief moment that Duncan paused at the door, as if looking for some one to whom he could give orders for the saddling of his horse.

Seeing no one about the place, however, he set his rifle down in a corner by the door, and walked slowly down the passage until he reached the stall where his pony was standing.
He was now directly in front of the spot where the detective was concealed, but with his back toward the operative.