Then Caswell City
would send out its contingent of men and horses, and turn the fugitive back
from the fords. By this time, unless his horse were better winded than any
that Billy had ever dreamed of, it would be staggering at every stride, and
the fresh horses from Caswell City would probably ride him down before he
had gone five miles. Even in case they failed in this, there was the little
town of Ganton, which would be ready with its men and mounts. Perhaps they
could hem in the desperado from the front and shoot him down there, as he
skirted along the river. At the worst they would furnish the fresh horses
and the fifteen hardy riders would spur at full speed south along the
river. If again, by some miracle, the black stallion lasted out this run,
Wilsonville lay due ahead, and that place would again give new horses to
the chase.
Last of all, the men of Bly Falls could be warned. Bly Falls was a town of
size and it could turn out enough men to block a dozen Dan Barrys, no
matter how desperate. If he reached that point, he must turn back. The
following posse would catch him from the rear, and between two fires he
must die ingloriously.
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