"Yes."

"Whereabouts in Kentucky do you hail from?" persisted Tom.

"Fleming County."

"Well, that's good news! I'm from Fleming County myself. Let's see, I think
I remember you. Your name is Brown, isn't it?" Brown's eyes were wide; the
other man's jaw was drooping. "Surely I remember you," continued Tom.
"You're a locomotive engineer, aren't you? I presume you'll be running a
locomotive here in the South. We need engineers."

Brown was speechless; his companion was rising from the table.

"That's all right," said Tom. "Sit down! I'm Burns. We met at the same
place last Monday night, Brown."

"Young man!" said Brown, slowly recovering his power of speech. "When I get
my revenge on you, you'll feel it!"

"Whew!" breathed the other.

When dinner was finished, they left the hotel to find a spot where they
could talk. Tom told them of the change in plans. It was decided that they
should leave for Marietta on the afternoon train, rather than spend the
extra day in Chattanooga. Dorsey, who was traveling with Brown, thought
that there might be some others who had not been told of the change and who
would be on the train.