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een the gondola and the shelter of the high freight…car behind。 I did not think any one had seen me。 I was holding to the hand…rods and crouching low； my feet on the coupling。 We were almost opposite the bridge。 I remembered the guard。 As we passed him he looked at me。 He was a boy and his helmet was too big for him。 I stared at him contemptuously and he looked away。 He thought I had something to do with the train。
We were past。 I saw him still looking unfortable； watching the other cars pass and I stooped to see how the canvas was fastened。 It had grummets and was laced down at the edge with cord。 I took out my knife； cut the cord and put my arm under。 There were hard bulges under the canvas that tightened in the rain。 I looked up and ahead。 There was a guard on the freight…car ahead but he was looking forward。 I let go of the hand…rails and ducked under the canvas。 My forehead hit something that gave me a violent bump and I felt blood on my face but I crawled on in and lay flat。 Then I turned around and fastened down the canvas。
I was in under the canvas with guns。 They smelled cleanly of oil and grease。 I lay and listened to the rain on the canvas and the clicking of the car over the rails。 There was a little light came through and I lay and looked at the guns。 They had their canvas jackets on。 I thought they must have been sent ahead from the third army。 The bump on my forehead was swollen and I stopped the bleeding by lying still and letting it coagulate； t
