They rounded a bend which cut Allatoona off from view; then Andrews
motioned to Brown to stop. Tom grabbed the brake and tightened it. The
train stopped abruptly. Andrews pointed to the telegraph line.

"Tear it down, Scott. Let's pull up some rails here."

They ran to the rear of the train and pried one rail from the track. After
ten minutes of feverish work, Andrews called:

"Load the rails on the box-car. Come on!"

They climbed aboard again, and the _General_ carried them onward.

Tom was standing at the door of the cab, resting and watching the country,
when Andrews came up behind him suddenly and exclaimed: "Look at that!" He
pointed over Tom's shoulder to a locomotive that was standing, steam up, on
a spur. "That's serious business," said Andrews quickly. "I wonder where it
came from. I didn't think there was another locomotive between Atlanta and
Kingston."

As they passed the locomotive, Tom read its name, _Yonah_, painted upon the
side of the cab.

"Hadn't we better destroy the track?" asked Tom.

"No," Andrews replied, "we're only thirteen miles to Kingston. We better
get there and past the freight without losing any time."

"More wood!" yelled Brown. Knight was at the throttle again.