"All ready. Come on."

Tom and Brown left the room, found the way along the corridor to the
stairs. "Now for it!" exclaimed Tom, clutching the other's arm.

"You bet!"

Breakfast finished, they left the hotel and went toward the station. Tom
looked anxiously at the sky, and saw that the clouds were broken. They had
a chance, at least, of good weather for the raid. At the station they
bought tickets for Kingston. There were about thirty people moving
restlessly about in the dark, waiting for the train. Tom recognized Andrews
and five of their men. Then the remainder appeared suddenly. Andrews paced
upon and down, his head slightly bowed.

The whistle of the train came shrieking through the night. Tom's throat
tightened and his heart thumped. Presently they could hear the engine, and
see the sparks above the trees. Then the train came sweeping down the track
towards them, the wheels rumbling and the brakes whining. The engine, with
its name, _General_, painted upon the side of the cab, passed them.

Tom's eyes followed the engine. He saw the engineer in the light of the
flames from the firebox; the fireman was in the act of sliding fresh logs
upon the flames.

Several passengers stepped from the train. Andrews boarded the second
coach, and the men followed him, distributing themselves through the car.
Ahead of them were four freight cars and another coach. Brown and Tom found
a seat not far from Andrews; Wilson and Knight settled themselves across
the aisle. Tom glanced back and saw the others scattered through the car.