"Thank you for your hospitality," said Tom.

"It has been a pleasure," replied Mrs. Beecham.

"A pleasure, sir--a pleasure," responded her husband.

Tom's dislike for the deception he was practising made him want to run from
the house. For the moment he hated the idea of the expedition.

He put out his hand to Marjorie. She gave him a cool, firm clasp, and
looked straight into his eyes. "I wish you the best of luck for everything
you undertake," she said slowly.

"Thank you," he replied. "I'll need luck." Her hand gave his a quick
pressure. Once again the railroad raid became a great, thrilling adventure
in which he was to play a part.

"He bowed and left the house.

"Sam!" called Mr. Beecham.

"Yassah!" answered the negro boy who was mounted upon another horse.

"You stay there until this gentleman is across the river."

"Yassah."

Tom mounted and they started down the road. He looked back, saw Marjorie at
the window, and waved. She answered him.