No, there was no way but to fight it
out themselves, and the only possibility of escape came to him in a
flash. Suddenly as this emergency had arisen the marshal was prepared;
he knew the lawless nature of the camp, and had anticipated that some
time just such a situation as this might arise. Now that it had come,
he was ready. There was scarcely an instant of hesitancy, his quick
searching eyes surveying the scene, and then seeking the face of his
prisoner.
"Willing to fight this out, Jim?" he asked shortly.
"You bet, Dan; what's the plan?"
"The big rock in Bear Creek. We can hold out there until dark.
Perhaps there'll be some men come to help us by that time; if not we
might crawl away in the night. Take the alley and turn at the hotel.
Don't let anybody stop you; here comes those hell-hounds from inside.
Christopher Columbus, I hate to run from such cattle, but it's our only
chance."
There was no time to waste. They were not yet at the mouth of the
alley when the infuriated pursuers burst through the saloon doors,
cursing and shouting.
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