He was a type of those who do not know what it is to miss their
target--probably because ammunition comes so high; and with a double load of
buckshot it was literally death to come within his range.
Dan knew that a great many chances may be taken against a revolver and even
a rifle can be tricked, but it is suicide to flirt with a shotgun in the
hands of one used to bring down doves as they sloped out of the air toward
a water-hole. The farmer stood with his broad-brimmed straw hat pushed far
back on his head looking up and down the ravine, a perfect target, and
Barry's hand slipped automatically over his rifle.
His fingers refused to close upon it.
"I can't do it, Satan," he whispered. "We got to take our chances of
gettin' by, that's all. He couldn't have no hand with Grey Molly."
Narrow chances indeed, by this time, for the brief pause had brought the
posse fairly upon his heels; the farmer saw the fugitive and brought his
shotgun to the ready; and Black Bart in an agony of impatience raced round
and round the master. A wild cheer rose from the posse and came echoing
about him; they had sighted their quarry.
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