Tom gave a low whistle.
Brown continued: "We're going to take a train on the Georgia State
Railroad. Knight and I are to run it, and the rest of you…."
From down the road came a mumble of voices. Brown clutched Tom's arm and they listened. "That's them!" exclaimed Brown in a whisper.
One man of the approaching group stepped off the road into the fork, while the others waited.
"Brown," he called.
"Right here, sir." Brown stepped forward, and Tom followed.
"How many are with you?" asked the man.
"Just one—Burns. The third hasn't come yet."
"How are you, Burns? I'm Andrews." He groped for Tom's hand in the darkness, shook it. "I wonder where the other man is. Well, it makes no difference. We won't wait for him. Come on."
They followed him, out to where the others were standing.