There was no other spot in the
mountain-desert, perhaps, which could show so many communities. Also it was
possible to get in touch with the towns from Rickett, for in a wild spirit
of enterprise telephones had been strung to connect each village of the
group.
His hand went out mechanically and pushed in an open drawer of his filing
cabinet as if he were closing up the affair, putting away the details of
the plan. Each point was now clear, orderly assembled. It meant simply
chasing Barry along a course which covered close to a hundred miles and
which lay in a loosely shaped U. St. Vincent's was the tip of the eastern
side of that U. The men of St. Vincent's were to be called out to turn the
outlaw out of his course towards Tucker Creek, and then, as he struck
northeast towards Caswell City, they were to furnish the posse with fifteen
fresh horses, the best they could gather on such short notice. Swinging
north along that side of the U, Wago would next be warned to get its
contribution of fifteen horses ready, and this fresh relay would send Barry
thundering along towards Caswell City at full speed.
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