[transcribed 2021-06-02]

But the sound gave him away. Peyton Fahrquhar had very little time, and he
already knew the soldiers were calling out to each other – surely to fire at
him, but he wasn’t able to hear clearly. It did not take long for his body to
kick in. He ducked underwater to make it harder to accurately fire at him.

Time seemed to slow down. He heard gunfire, but by some miracle, every time, it
seemed he was not hit. It was difficult to tell – he was solely focused on
getting away from the scene.

Some time later, the gunfire stopped. But he doubted that was because he was far
away - it had stopped very suddenly. He was sure they were trying to lure him
out, so he kept swimming.

But his breath couldn’t hold forever. After what felt like an eternity[1], he
brought his head out of the water. A rattle in some nearby trees nearly put him
into shock, but it was just a deer. Despite that he still doubted it was safe.
He went through the river again, until he couldn’t hold is breath longer, and
then realized that maybe it would be better to hide somewhere less obvious than
the river he was just – well, he couldn’t tell how long ago now – being hung
over.

It was only has he climbed out of the river that he realized how tired he was.
But he couldn’t just collapse on the side. If he did, the soldiers would have
been sure to find him. Suddenly, he saw a possible solution – the damaged
railroad went this way, and a train cart had crashed here. He went to the
damaged cart, and, thankfully, it was tipped over and the roof had a large hole
in it. Peyton Fahrquhar didn’t bother to think of the possible consequences - he
climbed inside and collapsed behind one of the chairs. Surely he would be safe
there.

[1] I don’t care what you say, this phrase is NOT overused!