The travellers had opened the carriage door, and had either jumped or
fallen out. Jonas was the first to stagger to his feet. He felt sick and
weak, and very giddy, and reeling to a five-barred gate, stood holding
by it; looking drowsily about as the whole landscape swam before his
eyes. But, by degrees, he grew more conscious, and presently observed
that Montague was lying senseless in the road, within a few feet of the
horses.
In an instant, as if his own faint body were suddenly animated by a
demon, he ran to the horses' heads; and pulling at their bridles with
all his force, set them struggling and plunging with such mad violence
as brought their hoofs at every effort nearer to the skull of the
prostrate man; and must have led in half a minute to his brains being
dashed out on the highway.
As he did this, he fought and contended with them like a man possessed,
making them wilder by his cries.
'Whoop!' cried Jonas. 'Whoop! again! another! A little more, a little
more! Up, ye devils! Hillo!'
As he heard the driver, who had risen and was hurrying up, crying to him
to desist, his violence increased.
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