they can do is to go on horseback to Marietta and telegraph to Atlanta for
an engine to pursue us. But they can't telegraph ahead of us! At Kingston
we'll meet the regular freight train, which is traveling against us. While
we're standing in the yards the door of the box-car must be closed. Do you
understand?"

"Yes!" shouted the men.

"Hop aboard then!"

Once again the _General_ started forward. Brown was at the throttle.

"More wood!" yelled Knight.

With Knight at the door of the fire-box, Tom yanked a half-dozen logs from
the tender and slid them into the flames.

"Not too fast," Andrews called to Brown. "We're out of the worst of it now,
and we don't want to get to Kingston too soon. Have to wait in the yards."

Brown nodded and slackened the speed. Now they could talk without yelling.
Presently Andrews ordered another stop and they drew up beside Moon
Station. He jumped out and came back with an iron bar. "Go ahead," he
yelled, then, pointing to the bar: "Good for pulling up track."

Tom added more fuel, and then stood at the door of the cab to see Allatoona
as they went through. Brown opened the throttle gradually. The outskirts of
the town whizzed past them; then the station. The crowd upon the station
platform, expecting that this was the passenger train, stared
uncomprehendingly as the train thundered in and out of town.