He bestrode his steed as if he were a part of the animal, and seemed as unembarrassed in his movements when in the saddle, as when on the floor of his tent.

Rapidly he rode down upon Shunan until the heads of their horses nearly touched.

Calmly he inquired, as if it were one of the most ordinary occurrences of life.
"Am I the person you are looking for ?" The treacherous bully answered, "No," hoping thus, in some degree, to throw his opponent off his guard; but at the same instant, he brought his rifle to his shoulder with the muzzle not four feet from the heart of his intended victim.

The life of Carson depended upon the fraction of a moment.

We call him a lucky man; we should rather say, he was a wise man prepared for every emergency.