They rounded a bend which cut Allatoona off from view; then Andrews motioned to Brown to stop. Tom grabbed the brake and tightened it. The train stopped abruptly. Andrews pointed to the telegraph line. "Tear it down, Scott. Let's pull up some rails here." They ran to the rear of the train and pried one rail from the track. After ten minutes of feverish work, Andrews called: "Load the rails on the box-car. Come on!" They climbed aboard again, and the _General_ carried them onward. Tom was standing at the door of the cab, resting and watching the country, when Andrews came up behind him suddenly and exclaimed: "Look at that!" He pointed over Tom's shoulder to a locomotive that was standing, steam up, on a spur. "That's serious business," said Andrews quickly. "I wonder where it came from. I didn't think there was another locomotive between Atlanta and Kingston." As they passed the locomotive, Tom read its name, _Yonah_, painted upon the side of the cab. "Hadn't we better destroy the track?" asked Tom. "No," Andrews replied, "we're only thirteen miles to Kingston. We better get there and past the freight without losing any time." "More wood!" yelled Brown. Knight was at the throttle again. The supply of wood was running low. A dozen sticks remained and those would soon be gone. "Water's low, too," said Brown. "We'll stop at Cass Station," replied Andrews. "It's a wood and water station--seven miles this side of Kingston." As they drew up at Cass Station Andrews jumped from the engine. The old man who had charge of the wood and water came out to meet him. "I'm running a special ammunition train to Beauregard and I have to have fuel," he said. "Tom, call the boys from the box-car and get them to work." Tom raced back to the car and opened the door. "Give a hand on this wood," he shouted. They streamed out after him, and attacked the wood pile. Knight and Brown filled the tanks with water. Before the old station agent knew what had struck his little place, the _General_ was steaming off up the road. "We're a little ahead of time for Kingston," said Andrews anxiously. He peered ahead toward the town, and announced presently, "The freight isn't in. We'll have to wait. Let me do all the talking, boys, when we're in there. I don't like the looks of this. Run a few hundred yards up beyond the station, Knight. I'll jump off and have the switch thrown, and then you can back in on the side-track." They coasted slowly into Kingston, and passed the station. Andrews jumped off. Tom, hanging out from the cab, saw him talking with the switchman. The latter threw the switch and waved. "All right," said Tom. "Let her go back." Knight reversed the engine, and they cleared the track for the freight. Andrews swung aboard. The station agent came running toward them. "What's this?" he demanded. "What's this train? Who are you?"