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"Come here, boy." Someone touched Phil on the arm. "What is it?" "Boss wants to speak to you." "Who?" "Boss Sparling, the fellow over there with the big voice and the sombrero." Phil walked over and touched his hat to Mr. Sparling. The showman looked the lad over from head to foot. "What's your name?" He shot the question at the lad as if angry about something, and he undoubtedly was.
He could with difficulty resist the temptation to attack the viands, however, and was beginning to think of doing this, regardless of all consequences, when the door again opened and the Baron Fagoni entered, relocked the door, put the key in his pocket, and, standing before his prisoner with folded arms, gazed at him intently from beneath his sombrero. Martin could not stand this.
Eden, though circumscribed by a barb-wire fence enclosing scant territory, invited him to rest and refresh himself. And all unexpected the immemorial Eve stood in the doorway of the 'dobe, gazing down the road and doubtless wondering why this itinerant Adam, booted and spurred, chose to walk the dusty highway. At the gate of the homestead Sundown paused and raised his broad sombrero.
The situation, however, was too dangerous for them to wait more than a few minutes, and one of the soldiers, doffing his sombrero, spoke with the utmost deference: "I will lead the way and your horse will follow. My comrade will walk at the rear; be assured there is no danger." Each man carried a musket and the one who had spoken turned inland.
Taciturn, like most men of the oppressed races, Benito nodded, while his wife sat silent in her great red and yellow reboso. Ned leaned carelessly upon the oar, but his face was well hid by the sombrero, and his heart was throbbing.
Same way with a broncho Apache." "Apache? But I thought all Indians were now on reservations." The girl dropped the reins of her skittish, snorting pony and picked up Lennon's new sombrero. Through the middle of the high peak was a neatly drilled bullet hole. "Poor shot for an Apache," she said. "Good, though, for ventilation."
The removal of the floppy and shady old sombrero exposed to the mingled rays of the fire and the moon the man's full features. Heretofore, Bob had been able to see indistinctly only the meagre facts of a heavy beard and clear eyes. "George Pollock!" he cried, dropping the revolver and leaping forward with both hands outstretched. Pollock took his hands, but stared at him puzzled.
"Why, Jim, that ain't practical that ain't!" protested Bill uneasily. "You was talking about the tree a-shootin' back but one shot will stop most men, let alone six. What's the good of shootin' a man all to pieces?" "Suppose there was six men?" "Then they get me, anyway. Wouldn't they, Mr. Umpire?" he appealed to Peter Johnson, who sat cross-legged and fanned himself with his big sombrero.
"If anybody thinks them red devils ain't watching us closer than a cat watches a mouse," said Buck, "I'll just prove it to 'em mighty pronto." He snatched his sombrero from his head, and placing it on the muzzle of the guard's rifle, held the piece up in the air so that the hat projected above the edge of the over-turned coach.
"When Osgood, with almost foolhardy bravery, sat his horse directing his dilapidated artillery fire in Cuba, and thus conspicuous, made himself even more marked by wearing a white sombrero, he was not playing the part of a fool; he was following his natural impulse to exert a moral force on his comrades who could understand little but liberty and bravery.
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