Away beyond them I saw Frank and Wallace.

Then Jones yelled to me: "Open up! open up!" I turned Satan into the middle of the narrow passage, screaming at the top of my voice and discharging my revolver rapidly.
But the wild horses thundered on.

Jones saw that they would not now be balked, and he spurred his bay directly in their path.

The big horse, courageous as his intrepid master, dove forward.
Then followed confusion for me.

The pound of hoofs, the snorts, a screaming neigh that was frightful, the mad stampede of the mustangs with a whirling cloud of dust, bewildered and frightened me so that I lost sight of Jones.