Now the stranger tossed on the saddle and cinched it with
amazing speed, sprang onto his mount, and urged it across to the other
side of the corral. Up to that moment no one in the little crowd of
watchers had suspected the intention of the rider. For the fence, even
after the removal of the top bar, was nearly six feet in height. But
when Barry took his horse to the far side of the corral and then swung
him about facing the derailed section, it was plain that he meant to
attempt to jump at that place. Even then, as O'Brien explained later,
and many a time, the thing was so impossible that he could not believe
his eyes. There was a dreamlike element to the whole event. And like a
phantom in a vision he saw the black horse start into a sharp gallop;
saw the great dog sail across the fence first; saw the horse and rider
shoot into the air against the stars; heard the click of hoofs against
the top rail; heard the thud of hoofs on the near side of the fence, and
then the horseman flashed about the corner of the barn and in an instant
his hoofs were beating a far distant tattoo.
As for the watchers, they returned in a dead silence to the barroom and
they had hardly entered when Mac Strann stalked through the doors behind
them; he went straight to O'Brien.
"Somewhere about," he said in his thick, deep voice, "they's a man named
Dan Barry. Where is he?"
And O'Brien answered: "Mac, he was sittin' down there at that table
until two minutes ago, but where he is now I ain't any idea.
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