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.

Lacy led them, animated by the one desire to kill Westcott, fully aware that this alone would prevent the exposure of his own crime.
"There they go!" he yelled madly, and fired.

"Get that dirty murderer, boys--get him!" There were a dozen shots, but the two runners plunged about the corner of the building, and disappeared, apparently untouched.