Mysterious Signal Read Free

Libby’s father as an Underground Railroad conductor. Now fourteen, almost fifteen, Caleb was used to figuring out ways to help fugitives travel from one safe place to the next.
    “I have a friend in the baggage room of the depot who will help you,” the man answered. “If he’s not there, look for a signal. Find a safe house on your own.”
    “A safe house?” Libby blurted out, even though she knew she should only listen.
    “An Underground Railroad station. A place that hides fugitives until it’s safe for them to go on.”
    Safe
, Libby thought. Even the word sounded good.
    “Move quickly now,” the conductor said, his voice low. “Don’t go close to the windows.”
    The door he touched swung open on oiled hinges. Taking the lantern with him, the conductor moved into the main part of the stable.
    As Libby followed, she looked first for the windows. In spite of the well-kept appearance of the rest of the livery stable, the window glass was coated with a heavy layer of dirt, cobwebs, and bits of hay. Libby suspected that they had not been washed for years, probably for a good reason.
    Staying low, Jordan and Micah Parker moved swiftly through the dimly lit area of the barn. Two strong, sleek horses were already hitched to a farm wagon. Libby had no doubt why they were chosen. When their long legs stretched out, they probably outdistanced any horse that tried to follow.
    The wagon to which the horses were hitched was unlike anything Libby had ever seen. Jordan and Micah crawled into a false bottom beneath the usual boards in the wagon bed. Stretched out, they lay side by side in the small area.
    The driver shut them in, then motioned for Libby, Caleb, and Peter to climb into the back of the wagon. When he clucked to the horses, they walked ahead, then stopped while the man shut the doors of the stable. Moments later he leaped up to the high seat, took the reins, and clucked again. The horses moved out in a slow walk that made less noise than a trot.
    They had traveled only a short distance when Libby heard dogs bark again. As her heart leaped into her throat, Caleb shook his head and whispered, “Don’t worry.”
    Just then Libby noticed Peter’s expression. He sat without moving, staring into the night. He always watched closely,picking up even small facial expressions that helped him understand what was happening. Yet because Peter was deaf, he had not heard the dogs.
    Does that make him less afraid?
Libby wondered. Reaching out, she touched his hand and found it cold in spite of the warm night. Perhaps not hearing made scary things even more frightening. Libby pointed to the slate Peter carried in a bag over his shoulder, as though to promise, “I’ll explain soon.”
    A short time later, the driver stopped the horses near some trees. “Do you know where you are?” he whispered.
    On their knees, Libby, Caleb, and Peter looked over the high sides of the wagon. Down the block lay a depot with a large sign that said
Springfield
. Tracks ran along one side of the building, then disappeared into the darkness.
    Again the Underground Railroad conductor whispered, “You’re on your own now. The good Lord go with you.”
    Caleb stretched out his hand. “Thanks for everything.”
    When Libby, Caleb, and Peter jumped down from the end of the wagon, the driver barely lifted the reins and the horses responded. As the wagon rolled away, Caleb pointed to the trees. Without a sound he led them into the shadows, then stopped. When he leaned against a tree, his tall slender body seemed to blend with the bark.
    To Libby it felt as if Caleb waited forever. As the hours stretched long, she grew more and more restless. But Caleb stood without moving. Libby had no doubt that he waited to be sure they brought no trouble on the Underground Railroad conductor and his family. Together they watched to see if anyone had followed them from the livery stable.
    Following Caleb’s lead, Peter stood next to him. With thesame blond