Part 11 (1/2)
He paused, and there was a moment of profound silence while the men considered the situation. Then Andrews spoke again:
”The fact that action has started between Chattanooga and Corinth means that our task is additionally hazardous. The odds we must overcome are greater than I expected. If we have made a mistake in delaying a day, we must work the harder to keep that mistake from costing Mitchel his victory. The train we are to capture leaves Marietta at six o'clock tomorrow morning. I will see that you are called before five so that you will have plenty of time to get to the station. Carry food with you, for there's no telling when you'll sit at a table again. Buy tickets for points north of Big Shanty-Allatoona, Etowah, Calhoun and Dalton-so that you won't excite suspicion. Get aboard the same car in groups of two and three, and don't show that you are acquainted. Avoid all talk about the raid. We must say everything that is to be said here tonight before we separate. I will be in the same car, and if trouble starts, follow me.
”At Big Shanty we will seize the train. The train stops at Big Shanty for the crew and pa.s.sengers to have breakfast. Stay in the car until the others have left; then, when you see me leave, follow me to the head of the trains. Walk slowly, and carelessly, as though you were simply out to stretch your legs. Brown and Knight will go with me to the engine, and you, Burns”-he pointed to Tom-”you come with us, too. I want you as fireman. Ross will uncouple the train after the third box-car. The box-cars are empties being sent to Chattanooga for supplies which the rebs are storing in Atlanta. The doors will be unlocked. The rest of you are to climb aboard the last box-car. Do all of you understand?” The men nodded. ”Have your guns ready to use in case there is any interference, but don't fire unless you must. After the train has started....”
He paused; then, with a gesture which told them that he would not even try to guess what might happen, he added: ”We will succeed or leave our bones in Dixie! That is all I can tell you. Tonight, before you go to sleep, examine your guns and make sure that they are not clogged or rusty.”
The meeting was over, and each man, as he stepped from the room, realized that he was on the verge of a great adventure. They made their way silently along the dark corridors of the hotel.
”I'm about ready to explode,” said Tom. ”Think of it! I'm going to be fireman!”
”I'll make you heave wood so fast that you'll be sorry for that trick you played in Chattanooga,” replied Brown. ”Did I tell you about that, Knight?”
Knight, Brown, Dorsey, Wilson, and Tom were all occupying the same room. The hotel at Marietta was crowded, and the men were sleeping wherever they could squeeze themselves in. Tom, Dorsey, and Brown, having had several nights of good rest, had relinquished the bed and sofa to the three newcomers, and had spread blankets on the floor.
”Let's lock the door, and look at our guns,” suggested Tom. The lock was broken, and so he barred the door with a chair. Then they sat on the bed, with the lamp beside them, and talked while they unloaded their revolvers, wiped away the rust and mud, and reloaded. Each told of his experiences and narrow escapes. Knight had been arrested as a deserter from the Confederate army. Wilson and Shadrack had stolen a ferryboat and crossed the Tennessee River at night, Brown and Dorsey had shared their food with two Confederate sentries who had stopped them as they crossed the railroad bridge at Stevenson. ”Most sociable sentries I ever found,” said Dorsey. ”They believed our story, and told us all about Bull Run. It was mighty interesting to hear their side of it, because we were both in the fight.” But it was Tom who had been most royally entertained. He told them about Mr. Beecham, and how Marjorie Landis had trapped him.
”But what did you do?” demanded Dorsey. ”How did you get out of it?”
”She wished me luck when I left,” said Tom. ”She was a Northern girl.”
The others whistled. ”Whew!” said Brown. ”That's about enough luck to last you for a year.”
They talked until midnight; then divided the bedding between them and lay down to sleep. It seemed to Tom that sleep would never come. The plan of the raid went racing through his mind again and again; he could see every move as Andrews had described it. His thoughts carried him back to the other side of the lines. What was Bert doing? He supposed that Bert had been left behind when Mitchel advanced. His parents in Cleveland? What would they think if they were told that he was a hundred miles behind the Confederate picket lines? What a story to tell them when he returned! And Marjorie Landis? Would she realize, when the news of the raid swept over the country, that he had taken part in it? She was a plucky girl!
The next thing he knew was that there was a terrific pounding in some remote part of the world. He sat up in the darkness and tried to recall himself. Then someone said, ”All right-wait a second.” The chair which had been placed against the door was yanked away, and Andrews entered, holding a lamp.
”Wake up, men,” he said. ”It's just five. You have an hour.”
Brown lighted the lamp on the table; the others climbed stiffly to their feet, stretching.
”You can get breakfast downstairs,” said Andrews. ”The proprietor always has some packages of food prepared for people who are traveling. Stuff your pockets.” He vanished down the corridor.
”That's the hardest floor I've ever slept on,” said Brown. The others muttered in response.
To Tom, the scene was strange and unreal. The yellow light of the lamp and the faint dawn which was stealing in through the windows made the men seem ghost-like as they moved about the room, dressing. Huge shadows loomed on the walls, swaying and disappearing.
”Shall we go together, Brown!” asked Knight.
”You'd better not,” said Tom. ”Engineers are too valuable. If you go together you might both be stopped before you could reach the engine.”
”The boy's right,” replied Brown. ”You and I'll go together, eh, Tom?”
”Yep.”
”Are you ready?”
”All ready. Come on.”
Tom and Brown left the room, found the way along the corridor to the stairs. ”Now for it!” exclaimed Tom, clutching the other's arm.