Glancing out of the windows and up at Billy they called to him to stop for the sake of Heaven.
But he only laughed, and tearing the large lamps from the coach threw them at the leaders, the blows, and the jingling of glass frightening them fearfully.
"For God's sake stop, driver!"
"He is mad!"
"We'll all be killed!"
"Stop! stop!"
Such was the chorus of cries that came from the coach, and in reply was heard the calm response:
"Don't get excited, gents; but sit still and see how we stage it in the Rocky Mountains."
Then, to add still greater terror to the flying team and the frightened passengers, Billy drew his revolver from his belt and began to fire it in the air.
As the station came in sight, the man on duty saw the mad speed of the horses and threw open the stable doors, and in they dashed dragging the stage after them, and tearing off the top, but not hurting Billy, who had crouched down low in the boot.