The coachman tried in vain to control them.

They sprang forward and had their heads in a moment.
Abel looked up, and saw that it was the Burt carriage dashing down the road.

He flew after, and every boy followed.

The horses, maddened by the cries of the coachman and passers-by, by the rattling of the carriage, and their own excitement and speed, plunged on with fearful swiftness.
As the carriage flew by, two faces were seen at the window--both calm, but one terrified.

They were those of Hope and Mrs.Simcoe.
"Stop 'em! stop 'em!" rang the cry along the village street; and the idling villagers looked from the windows or came to the doors--the women exclaiming and holding up their hands, the men leaving whatever they were doing and joining the chase.
The whole village was in motion.