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.