Bull appreciated the diminutive size of the man for the first time, seeing him in conjunction with the big gun on his thigh.
There was an odd change in the little man also, the moment his gun was in place.

He tugged his broad-brimmed hat a little lower across his eyes and poised himself, as if on tiptoe; his glance was a constant flicker about the room until it came to rest on Bull.

"Suppose you lemme in on the meaning of all this.

Who are you and where do you figure on letting me loose?
What in thunder is it all about ?" "We'll talk later.

Now you got to get started." Bull waved to the door.