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. "You bet!" Breakfast finished, they left the hotel and went toward the station. Tom looked anxiously at the sky, and saw that the clouds were broken. They had a chance, at least, of good weather for the raid. At the station they bought tickets for Kingston. There were about thirty people moving restlessly about in the dark, waiting for the train. Tom recognized Andrews and five of their men. Then the remainder appeared suddenly. Andrews paced up and down, his head slightly bowed. The whistle of the train came shrieking through the night. Tom's throat tightened and his heart thumped. Presently they could hear the engine, and see the sparks above the trees. Then the train came sweeping down the track towards them, the wheels rumbling and the brakes whining. The engine, with its name, _General_, painted upon the side of the cab, passed them. Tom's eyes followed the engine. He saw the engineer in the light of the flames from the firebox; the fireman was in the act of sliding fresh logs upon the flames.