Too much time had elapsed now, and, besides, it was before breakfast and he was hungry.

He would go away and settle the score at some time when they would be on equal terms.
He rode along the line for a mile and chanced to look back.

Two C 80 punchers were riding after him, and as they saw him turn and discover them they fired at him and yelled.

He rode on for some distance and cautiously drew his rifle out of its long holster at his right leg.
Suddenly he turned around in the saddle and fired twice.

One of his pursuers fell forward on the neck of his horse, and his comrade turned to help him.