"Big Shanty! Big Shanty! Twenty minutes for breakfast." It was like a bugle
call to Andrews' men. Their eyes were turned toward him. He sat as though
he were sleeping. The other passengers stirred in their seats, making ready
to race to the restaurant.

The speed of the train slackened, and the train glided into the town.
Bordering the tracks on the west was an encampment of Confederate soldiers.
Rows of white tents stretched down the slope towards a thick woods. On the
east were the houses of Big Shanty. The train stopped opposite a long shed,
before which a man stood ringing a bell. There was no need to call the
passengers to breakfast; they tumbled off the train and ran to get places
at the counter. And at the head of the crowd was the conductor. The
engineer and fireman brought up the rear, wiping their hands on pieces of
waste. Except for three passengers who were sleeping, Andrews' men had the
car to themselves.

It was several minutes before Andrews showed any signs of stirring. Then he
arose and walked to the rear of the car.

"Not yet," he said, as he passed Tom. Presently they saw him strolling
beside the train. Then he boarded the front platform, opened the door and
nodded. They got up and went out.

"Ross, you come with me," said Andrews. "Brown, Knight, and Burns follow.
The rest go up the other side of the engine."

Andrews and Boss walked slowly towards the engine.

"Uncouple here, Ross," ordered Andrews. "Then cross over and get aboard