These are a few of the things that had happened. But there were
countless others, which space will not permit being mentioned here.
There had been many contests, in baseball, football, and other
sports, and jokes that seemed to have no end, and there had also
been a disastrous fire, which none of the Putnam Hall cadets were
likely ever to forget--a fire as thrilling as the scene now being
enacted on the road. But I am afraid I have already left the boys
in the runaway stage too long, so we will return to them without
further delay.

"The bridge is down!" The cry rang through the stage, bringing
every cadet to his feet on the instant.

"Don't jump!" cried Dick, as he saw several preparing to leap.
"You will break your necks!" For now the bushes were left behind,
and on either side of the road were jagged rocks, covered here and
there with withered vines.

As Dick spoke he pushed his way to the front of the stage and
crawled out on the driver's seat.

"The back -- drop off at the back!" came from Frank Harrington, and
he showed how it could be done. But the road was now rougher than
ever, and he landed on his knees and his face, giving himself an
ugly cut on the chin.

Dick was trying to reach the reins when Tom came down beside him.

"Can you make it?" asked Tom.