words. "From Marietta onwards we will fight it out together."

He began to distribute money to them. Several groups disappeared into the
night.

"Shall we go together?" asked a man at Tom's right. "My name's Shadrack."

"Yes. Mine's Burns."

"Mine's Wilson," said another man. "Let's make it three."

"Good!"

They filed past Andrews, took the handful of Confederate money he held out,
and started toward the road. The rain ceased for a few seconds; then came a
flash of lightning, a burst of thunder, and the rain came swirling down. In
an instant, Tom and his two companions were utterly alone in the black
night, headed for the Southern lines.




CHAPTER THREE


ARRESTED

"The Union pickets are at Wartrace," said Wilson, as they plodded down the
road.