A train of box-cars was about leaving for West Point, and I took a seat on top of one of them, and was again hustled off; but I had determined to go, and as the engine began to puff, and tug, and pull, I slipped in between two box-cars, sitting on one part of one and putting my feet on the other, and rode this way until I got to West Point.

The conductor discovered me, and had put me off several times before I got to West Point, but I would jump on again as soon as the cars started.

When I got to West Point, a train of cars started off, and I ran, trying to get on, when Captain Peebles reached out his hand and pulled me in, and I arrived safe and sound at Atlanta.
On my way back to Atlanta, I got with Dow Akin and Billy March.

Billy March had been shot through the under jaw by a minnie ball at the octagon house, but by proper attention and nursing, he had recovered.

Conner Akin was killed at the octagon house, and Dow wounded.