Before he made up his mind on that question he wanted to enjoy her discomfiture and confusion over the loss of the diagram.
He had lost all thought of pursuing Taggart.

Sharp had said that Taggart was somewhere in the vicinity, but it was just possible that Sharp had been so deeply engaged with Telza about the time Taggart had made his escape that he had not seen him.

There was time for him to settle with Taggart.
He took up the bridle rein, wheeled, placed one foot into the stirrup, intending to mount, when he became aware of a shadow looming near him.
He pulled the foot out of the stirrup, dropped the reins with the same movement, and turned in a flash.
Neal Taggart, sitting on a horse at the edge of the clearing, not over twenty feet from him, was looking at him from behind the muzzle of a six-shooter.

At a trifling distance from Taggart was another man, also bestride a horse.

A rifle was at this man's shoulder; his cheek was nuzzling its stock, and Calumet saw that the weapon was aimed at his chest.
He rapidly noted the positions of the two, estimated the distance, decided that the risk of resistance was too great, and slowly raised his hands above his head.
"Surprise party, eh ?" he said.