..some damage anyhow."
"Yes," replied the other man, "but if Andrews had only...."
Tom did not wait any longer. "Shadrack!" he called. The two men stopped as
though they had been struck. "Over here by the fence. It's Tom Burns."
"You, Tom! You scared the life out of me."
"Who's with you?"
"Wilson."
"Hello, there. Crawl through. I'm waiting for it to get dark enough so that
I can make the barn." They shook hands. "I recognized your voice, Shadrack.
How are you, Wilson?"
"All right enough. Have you seen any of the others!"
"Not a soul. Wonder what happened to them?"
"Scattered all over two miles by the locomotive," answered Shadrack.
"Probably some of them went on the other side of the tracks, making for
Mitchel's lines. We decided to go straight north and get across the
Tennessee just as fast as we can."
"So did I," answered Tom. "Let's get over to the barn now. It's dark
enough."
They hurried across the short open space. A farm wagon standing at the end
of the barn formed a step to the hay mow. By standing on the edge of the
wagon box, Tom could reach the floor. He pulled himself up and struggled
inside. Then he helped Shadrack and Wilson to come after him.
"Whew!" breathed Shadrack.
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