A train had just come in, and the station was crowded with passengers, struggling out with the bags and packages, and townspeople who had come to get the news. Tom listened closely to the chatter. The train was from Memphis and had passed over the line which Mitchel was about to attack. There was no suggestion of excitement or activity along the route. Then the news of Mitchel's movement had not advanced before him, thought Tom. To him, that was the best news in the world. Mitchel's plans were successful. He followed the crowd from the station and once again began wandering about the streets. Not far away was a big shed labeled Commissary Department. The army wagons were backed up to a loading platform, and Confederate soldiers were busy transferring boxes of supplies. By this time Tom had lost the first sense of strangeness at being in the enemy country, and so he went over to watch the soldiers work. Presently it was noon, and time for dinner. He returned to the hotel. There, sitting apart from the others at one end of the long table, were Brown and his companion! They glanced at him, and then continued eating. It dawned upon Tom that while he knew Brown, Brown did not know him. He took a seat opposite them. "How d'you do?" said Tom. Brown and the other man nodded, but did not speak. "Just traveling through?" asked Tom. "Yes," said Brown. "Where are you from?" Tom's manner was casual and friendly. "Kentucky," answered Brown. "Oh, is that so? Coming through to enlist?" "Yes." "Whereabouts in Kentucky do you hail from?" persisted Tom. "Fleming County." "Well, that's good news! I'm from Fleming County myself. Let's see, I think I remember you. Your name is Brown, isn't it?" Brown's eyes were wide; the other man's jaw was drooping. "Surely I remember you," continued Tom. "You're a locomotive engineer, aren't you? I presume you'll be running a locomotive here in the South. We need engineers." Brown was speechless; his companion was rising from the table. "That's all right," said Tom. "Sit down! I'm Burns. We met at the same place last Monday night, Brown." "Young man!" said Brown, slowly recovering his power of speech. "When I get my revenge on you, you'll feel it!" "Whew!" breathed the other. When dinner was finished, they left the hotel to find a spot where they could talk. Tom told them of the change in plans. It was decided that they should leave for Marietta on the afternoon train, rather than spend the extra day in Chattanooga. Dorsey, who was traveling with Brown, thought that there might be some others who had not been told of the change and who would be on the train. As they threaded their way through the crowd at the station, Tom caught the first intimation of Mitchel's drive upon Huntsville. "The train is jam-full," a man was saying. "There isn't a seat left. All those soldiers who went through here this morning are being sent back." "Why is that?" asked his companion.