When we first arrived in the prison quite a crowd of the Savannahians rushed in to inspect us.

The guards had some difficulty in keeping them and us separate.

While perplexed with this annoyance, one of them saw Frank standing in our crowd, and, touching him with his bayonet, said, with some sharpness: "See heah; you must stand back; you musn't crowd on them prisoners so." Frank stood back.

He did it promptly but calmly, and then, as if his curiosity as to Yankees was fully satisfied, he walked slowly away up the street, deliberating as he went on a plan for getting out of the City.
He hit upon an excellent one.

Going to the engineer of a freight train making ready to start back to Macon, he told him that his father was working in the Confederate machine shops at Griswoldville, near Macon; that he himself was also one of the machinists employed there, and desired to go thither but lacked the necessary means to pay his passage.
If the engineer would let him ride up on the engine he would do work enough to pay the fare.