"Your way is clear to Kingston," said Andrews. "The passenger train is waiting there. I have to be going." "But the southbound passenger train!" protested the conductor. "It has left Calhoun by this time. You'd better wait here." "If I meet any train, I'll blow it off the face of the earth!" answered Andrews. "I have twenty tons of powder in those cars." He waved toward the empty box-cars--empty except for the sixteen men in the last. He swung aboard the _General_. "Go ahead," he ordered. Knight was at the throttle. After the one curve which took them out of sight of Adairsville, the tracks stretched straight ahead of them, and there was a slight down grade. Knight opened the throttle wide. The _General_ plunged forward in huge leaps, swaying through space. There were moments when all the wheels seemed clear of the tracks, when the locomotive seemed to fly; at other times it settled on the tracks and shook as though it were about to drop in pieces. Behind them, the freight cars lashed back and forth, throwing the men on the floor when they tried to rise. "Wood!" yelled Brown. Tom took up his struggle with the logs. Now he picked them up and heaved them into the cab, then followed, holding to the tender, and stuffed them into the flames. He stopped once for breath, and looked at Knight. The engineer's face was screwed into a grimace; his jaw was set, his eyes half closed, and his head thrust forward into the wind which swept past them. Occasionally he closed the throttle a few notches, as though he were tempering the speed just enough to keep the _General_ from leaping into the air. He seemed to be controlling a live monster, bent on carrying them to destruction. Outside, the country flitted past them, a blur of trees and hills. Andrews lurched across the cab and shouted to Knight: "Calhoun--around bend!" Knight nodded and slackened off on the throttle. The _General_ drifted into a normal speed which, by comparison, was mere crawling; it hit the curve, swayed and settled down upon the tracks. "Brake!" screamed Knight. Brown and Tom lunged for the wheel and twisted. When it was set, Tom leaned from the cab and saw that they were bearing down upon the passenger train, its whistle screeching a warning. The two engines stopped within twenty yards of collision. Andrews ducked out on the running board of the _General_. "Get back!" he yelled, waving frantically. The engineer of the passenger train did not wait to ask questions; he reversed his locomotive and slid back into Calhoun, taking the main track. That left the side-track for Andrews. The engineer of the passenger train, in his anxiety to be far away from the train which had almost wrecked him, had backed so far that his rear car was blocking the other end of the side-track. "Draw up and let me out," called Andrews.