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Then
,
when
the
State
Chief
Executive
of
Minnesota
sent
a
request
to
Washington
for
the
assistance
of
the
Army
against
the
riots
he
was
unable
to
control
—
three
directives
burst
forth
within
two
hours
,
stopping
all
trains
in
the
country
,
commandeering
all
cars
to
speed
to
Minnesota
.
An
order
signed
by
Wesley
Mouch
demanded
the
immediate
release
of
the
freight
cars
held
in
the
service
of
Kip
’
s
Ma
.
But
by
that
time
,
it
was
too
late
.
Ma
’
s
freight
cars
were
in
California
,
where
the
soybeans
had
been
sent
to
a
progressive
concern
made
up
of
sociologists
preaching
the
cult
of
Oriental
austerity
,
and
of
businessmen
formerly
in
the
numbers
racket
.
In
Minnesota
,
farmers
were
setting
fire
to
their
own
farms
,
they
were
demolishing
grain
elevators
and
the
homes
of
county
officials
,
they
were
fighting
along
the
track
of
the
railroad
,
some
to
tear
it
up
,
some
to
defend
it
with
their
lives
—
and
,
with
no
goal
to
reach
save
violence
,
they
were
dying
in
the
streets
of
gutted
towns
and
in
the
silent
gullies
of
a
roadless
night
.
Then
there
was
only
the
acrid
stench
of
grain
rotting
in
half
-
smouldering
piles
—
a
few
columns
of
smoke
rising
from
the
plains
,
standing
still
in
the
air
over
blackened
ruins
—
and
,
in
an
office
in
Pennsylvania
,
Hank
Rearden
sitting
at
his
desk
,
looking
at
a
list
of
men
who
had
gone
bankrupt
:
they
were
the
manufacturers
of
farm
equipment
,
who
could
not
be
paid
and
would
not
be
able
to
pay
him
.
The
harvest
of
soybeans
did
not
reach
the
markets
of
the
country
:
it
had
been
reaped
prematurely
,
it
was
moldy
and
unfit
for
consumption
.
On
the
night
of
October
15
,
a
copper
wire
broke
in
New
York
City
,
in
an
underground
control
tower
of
the
Taggart
Terminal
,
extinguishing
the
lights
of
the
signals
.
It
was
only
the
breach
of
one
wire
,
but
it
produced
a
short
circuit
in
the
interlocking
traffic
system
,
and
the
signals
of
motion
or
danger
disappeared
from
the
panels
of
the
control
towers
and
from
among
the
strands
of
rail
.
The
red
and
green
lenses
remained
red
and
green
,
not
with
the
living
radiance
of
sight
,
but
with
the
dead
stare
of
glass
eyes
.
On
the
edge
of
the
city
,
a
cluster
of
trains
gathered
at
the
entrance
to
the
Terminal
tunnels
and
grew
through
the
minutes
of
stillness
,
like
blood
dammed
by
a
clot
inside
a
vein
,
unable
to
rush
into
the
chambers
of
the
heart
.
Dagny
,
that
night
,
was
sitting
at
a
table
in
a
private
dining
room
of
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
.
The
wax
of
candles
was
dripping
down
on
the
white
camellias
and
laurel
leaves
at
the
base
of
the
silver
candlesticks
,
arithmetical
calculations
were
penciled
on
the
damask
linen
tablecloth
,
and
a
cigar
butt
was
swimming
in
a
finger
bowl
.
The
six
men
in
formal
dinner
jackets
,
facing
her
about
the
table
,
were
Wesley
Mouch
,
Eugene
Lawson
,
Dr
.
Floyd
Ferris
,
Clem
Weatherby
,
James
Taggart
and
Cuffy
Meigs
.
"
Why
?
"
she
had
asked
,
when
Jim
had
told
her
that
she
had
to
attend
that
dinner
.
"
Well
.
.
.
because
our
Board
of
Directors
is
to
meet
next
week
.
"
"
And
?
"
"
You
’
re
interested
in
what
’
s
going
to
be
decided
about
our
Minnesota
Line
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
"
Is
that
going
to
be
decided
at
the
Board
meeting
?
"
"
Well
,
not
exactly
.
"
"
Is
it
going
to
be
decided
at
this
dinner
?
"
"
Not
exactly
,
but
.
.
.
oh
,
why
do
you
always
have
to
be
so
definite
?
Nothing
’
s
ever
definite
.
Besides
,
they
insisted
that
they
wanted
you
to
come
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Isn
’
t
that
sufficient
?
"
