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[Maciver <exp...@ro...>]

 prayed for just such a day. The air was full of fog and a cloud of steam rose from the horses' backs. Everything in the prison yard was dim and gray and spectral.
The guards were enveloped in heavy

raincoats and the flaps of oilskin on their caps fell halfway over their faces. Tom had managed to get
on one of the trucks and was tugging at one
of the hogsheads to make room for others further back. Other
prisoners were lifting on the last hogsheads.

Tom leaned over one of the hogsheads and suddenly let himself go into it headfirst.
It was all over in a flash. There was an awful moment of suspense. Had
anyone seen him? He listened intently.

No shout was raised. Nothing happened out of the usual. The driver climbed up to his seat and
the horses started. There was a momentary delay as the gates were opened

to let him pass. Then the horses started on a jog trot and