Out of the Depths

It is a novel book. He bent over the fingers of one hand to raise his silver-banded sombrero by its high peak. It left his head--and a bullet left the muzzle of the puncher's revolver. A hole appeared low down in the side of the sombrero. 'That'll do, Kid', ordered the cowman. 'No more hazing, even if he is a tenderfoot'.