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Like
the
file
of
a
bankrupt
,
it
kept
registering
losses
,
while
the
rare
additions
of
new
supplies
seemed
like
the
malicious
chuckles
of
some
tormentor
throwing
crumbs
at
a
starving
continent
.
She
looked
through
the
file
,
closed
it
,
sighed
and
said
,
"
Montana
,
Eddie
.
Phone
the
Montana
Line
to
ship
half
their
stock
of
wire
to
California
.
Montana
might
be
able
to
last
without
it
—
for
another
week
.
"
And
as
Eddie
Willers
was
about
to
protest
,
she
added
,
"
Oil
,
Eddie
.
California
is
one
of
the
last
producers
of
oil
left
in
the
country
.
We
don
’
t
dare
lose
the
Pacific
Line
.
"
Then
she
went
back
to
the
conference
in
her
brother
’
s
office
.
"
Copper
wire
?
"
said
James
Taggart
,
with
an
odd
glance
that
went
from
her
face
to
the
city
beyond
the
window
.
"
In
a
very
short
while
,
we
won
’
t
have
any
trouble
about
copper
.
"
"
Why
?
"
she
asked
,
but
he
did
not
answer
.
There
was
nothing
special
to
see
beyond
the
window
,
only
the
clear
sky
of
a
sunny
day
,
the
quiet
light
of
early
afternoon
on
the
roofs
of
the
city
and
,
above
them
,
the
page
of
the
calendar
,
saying
:
September
2
.
She
did
not
know
why
he
had
insisted
on
holding
this
conference
in
his
own
office
,
why
he
had
insisted
on
speaking
to
her
alone
,
which
he
had
always
tried
to
avoid
,
or
why
he
kept
glancing
at
his
wrist
watch
.
"
Things
are
,
it
seems
to
me
,
going
wrong
,
"
he
said
.
"
Something
has
to
be
done
.
There
appears
to
exist
a
state
of
dislocation
and
confusion
tending
toward
an
uncoordinated
,
unbalanced
policy
.
What
I
mean
is
,
there
’
s
a
tremendous
national
demand
for
transportation
,
yet
we
’
re
losing
money
.
It
seems
to
me
—
"
She
sat
looking
at
the
ancestral
map
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
on
the
wall
of
his
office
,
at
the
red
arteries
winding
across
a
yellowed
continent
.
There
had
been
a
time
when
the
railroad
was
called
the
blood
system
of
the
nation
,
and
the
stream
of
trains
had
been
like
a
living
circuit
of
blood
,
bringing
growth
and
wealth
to
every
patch
of
wilderness
it
touched
.
Now
it
was
still
like
a
stream
of
blood
,
but
like
the
one
-
way
stream
that
runs
from
a
wound
,
draining
the
last
of
a
body
’
s
sustenance
and
life
.
One
-
way
traffic
—
she
thought
indifferently
—
consumers
’
traffic
.
There
was
Train
Number
193
,
she
thought
.
Six
weeks
ago
,
Train
Number
193
had
been
sent
with
a
load
of
steel
,
not
to
Faulkton
,
Nebraska
,
where
the
Spencer
Machine
Tool
Company
,
the
best
machine
tool
concern
still
in
existence
,
had
been
idle
for
two
weeks
,
waiting
for
the
shipment
—
but
to
Sand
Creek
,
Illinois
,
where
Confederated
Machines
had
been
wallowing
in
debt
for
over
a
year
,
producing
unreliable
goods
at
unpredictable
times
.
The
steel
had
been
allocated
by
a
directive
which
explained
that
the
Spencer
Machine
Tool
Company
was
a
rich
concern
,
able
to
wait
,
while
Confederated
Machines
was
bankrupt
and
could
not
be
allowed
to
collapse
,
being
the
sole
source
of
livelihood
of
the
community
of
Sand
Creek
,
Illinois
.
The
Spencer
Machine
Tool
Company
had
closed
a
month
ago
.
Confederated
Machines
had
closed
two
weeks
later
.
The
people
of
Sand
Creek
,
Illinois
,
had
been
placed
on
national
relief
,
but
no
food
could
be
found
for
them
in
the
empty
granaries
of
the
nation
at
the
frantic
call
of
the
moment
—
so
the
seed
grain
of
the
farmers
of
Nebraska
had
been
seized
by
order
of
the
Unification
Board
—
and
Train
Number
194
had
carried
the
unplanted
harvest
and
the
future
of
the
people
of
Nebraska
to
be
consumed
by
the
people
of
Illinois
.
"
In
this
enlightened
age
,
"
Eugene
Lawson
had
said
in
a
radio
broadcast
,
"
we
have
come
,
at
last
,
to
realize
that
each
one
of
us
is
his
brother
’
s
keeper
.
