The second special came creaking into the station. Andrews ran forward and shouted: "Run down until you clear the switch." The engineer nodded. "Tom, get down there and throw that switch!" "Yes, sir." Tom ran to the switch and waited. The station agent, with the other trainmen, had withdrawn to one side; they were holding an excited discussion as to what he should do. The last car of the train rounded the bend. It carried no red flag! The road was clear ahead of them! Tom threw the switch as the wheels of the last car passed. He waved to Andrews and the _General_ rolled toward him. Then, just as he was aboard and their train was twisting into the main track, they heard a piercing whistle from the south. "They're after us!" exclaimed Andrews. "Probably a train from Atlanta pursuing us! As fast as you can make her go, Knight." The _General_ went lunging down the track, gathering speed. CHAPTER TEN "THEY'RE AFTER US!" At Big Shanty, the chatter of the train crew and passengers at breakfast died as though the world had been struck dumb. The hissing of escaping steam was followed by the whir of wheels slipping on the track. William Fuller, the conductor of the train, was the first to his feet. He ran to the door, with Anthony Murphy, a railroad man who had been a passenger on the train, following him. They were in time to see the _General_, with three freight cars, swing around the bend and disappear. On the tender, a man arose, waved his arms and yelled. The yell came drifting back to them above the noise of the stolen engine. "Deserters!" exclaimed Fuller. He raced up the track, with the engineer and the fireman of the train following him. They were so hopelessly outdistanced that the crowd laughed. Murphy found the station agent. "Get a horse and ride back to Marietta," he ordered. "Telegraph Atlanta--train stolen--start a train in pursuit." He, too, joined in the chase up the tracks. It was Fuller's idea that his train had been taken by conscripts who were deserting from the Confederate encampment on the other side of the tracks. He believed that they would run the engine until they had put several miles between them and Big Shanty, and then take refuge in the woods. He had been warned in Atlanta, just before he left on this run, to keep a sharp watch for deserting conscripts; it was for that reason he had scrutinized the passengers in his train so closely. With Fuller in the lead, they rounded curve after curve of the track, hoping each time to find the abandoned engine. "I can't go any farther," panted the engineer. "Come on!" yelled Fuller. The men yanked off their coats, tossed them aside, and settled down into a trot. Murphy was still bringing up the rear. Presently they came to Moon Station. Not far away there was a miniature flat-car of the type which is loaded with tools and supplies and pushed along the track. Ahead of them the road swept down in a gentle grade.