"Just like home." He chuckled.
"It does me good to hear that laugh again," said Tom. He gave Shadrack a
dig in the ribs. "I don't suppose you're hungry, are you?"
"Don't talk to me until I get through eating this hay."
"Leave enough for us to sleep on," protested Wilson.
"Smell this," said Tom. He opened the package of ham and bread. Shadrack
moaned. Tom took out his knife and divided the food; then they had supper.
"We ought to be out of this before daybreak," said Tom, throwing himself
back on the hay. "I hope one of us wakes up. I feel as though I could sleep
forever."
It was just dawn when Tom awoke. From his head to his feet, he was sore and
stiff. He sat up, rubbing his legs and stretching painfully. "Hey, Wilson!
Shadrack! Come on. It's getting light." He went to the door and looked out.
"If we drop straight down between the barn and the wagon, they can't see us
from the house." He slid over the edge, hung by his fingers and dropped to
the ground. The others followed, silently. A minute later they were on the
road again.
"Do you know exactly where this road is taking us?" asked Wilson presently.
"No," answered Tom, "but so long as it doesn't take us into Chattanooga,
I'm satisfied.
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