Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Olaf Voss and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. [Illustration by Morgan Dennis: Again and again Tom fed logs into the flames.] TOM OF THE RAIDERS BY AUSTIN BISHOP ILLUSTRATED BY MORGAN DENNIS To DOLORES AND SAM WITHOUT ADHESIONS CONTENTS CHAPTER I WITH THE SECOND OHIO II THE RAIDERS START III ARRESTED IV TOM GOES ALONE V TOM ARRIVES AT THE BEEGHAM'S VI ON TO CHATTANOOGA VII IN MARIETTA VIII THE TRAIN IS CAPTURED IX THE RACE X "THEY'RE AFTER US!" XI THE PURSUIT XII SPEEDING NORTHWARD XIII FIGHTING WITH FIRE XIV THE END OF THE RACE XV CAPTURED XVI ESCAPING XVII FIGHTING THE RIVER XVIII NORTH OF THE TENNESSEE XIX THE LAST DASH XX TOM REPORTS AT HEADQUARTERS XXI THAT CERTAIN PERSON LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Again and again Tom fed logs into the flames. _Frontispiece_ The little ferryboat pitched and turned in the current of the river. The men were feeding the ties they had collected, out upon the road through an opening they had broken in the rear of the car. "I didn't want to come here, Marjorie, for fear I'd get you into trouble--" CHAPTER ONE WITH THE SECOND OHIO As he rounded the last bend of the road, Tom saw the white tents of the Union army stretched out before him. He forgot how tired he was after his long walk, and pressed forward eagerly, almost running. The soldiers who were sauntering along the road eyed him curiously. "Hey, you! You can't go by here without a pass!" The Sentry's rifle, with its long gleaming bayonet, snapped into a menacing attitude. Tom stopped abruptly, caught his breath, and asked: "Is this the Second Ohio?" "Maybe," answered the Sentry coldly. "What do you want to know for?" "I've come to see my cousin--Herbert Brewster, of Company B." The Sentry's position relaxed. He brought his rifle to the ground, leaned upon it, and gazed at the young man who stood before him. "Well now!" he said. "He'll certainly be glad to see you! We don't get many visitors down this way. What's your name?" "Tom Burns." "Going to enlist?" "Yes. How'd you guess it?" "Oh, I dunno. I just thought so. You're pretty young, ain't you?" "Eighteen," answered Tom. "I'm old enough to fight." He looked past the Sentry, down at the even rows of tents which formed the company streets of the Second Ohio. His heart beat faster at the thought that he would be part of it after today. A soldier in the Union army! "I'll send a messenger with you down to Company B," said the Sentry. "You'll have to get the Captain's permission before you can see your cousin."