The glass broke upon their backs and nearly set them wild, but being so accustomed to running the road, they never once left the track, and went flying on down the grade towards the next station, eight miles distant, the coach bouncing over the loose stones and small obstacles, and surging from side to side, as an eggshell would in the rapids of Niagara.

Not satisfied with the break-neck rate at which they were traveling, Bob pulled out his revolver and fired in rapid succession, at the same time yelling in a demoniacal manner.
By this time the Englishmen had become thoroughly frightened, as they saw the lines flying wildly in every direction and the team running away.
They did not know whether to jump out or remain in the coach.

Bob would occasionally look down from his seat, and, seeing their frightened faces, would ask, "Well, how do you like staging in this country now ?" The Englishmen stuck to the coach, probably thinking it would be better to do so than to take the chances of breaking their necks by jumping.
As the flying team was nearing the station, the stock tender saw that they were running away and that the driver had no control over them whatever.

Being aware that the pony express horses were accustomed to running right into the stable on arriving at the station, he threw open the large folding doors, which would just allow the passage of the team and coach into the stable.

The horses, sure enough, made for the open doorway.Capt.Cricket, the messenger, and Scott got down in the boot of the coach to save themselves from colliding with the top of the stable door.