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"
Here
?
"
"
Here
,
"
she
said
,
pointing
at
the
tracks
outside
the
tower
.
"
Call
all
your
switchmen
,
too
.
Phone
your
storehouse
and
have
them
bring
here
every
lantern
they
can
lay
their
hands
on
,
any
sort
of
lantern
,
conductors
’
lanterns
,
storm
lanterns
,
anything
.
"
"
Lanterns
,
Miss
Taggart
?
"
"
Get
going
.
"
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
"
"
What
is
it
we
’
re
doing
,
Miss
Taggart
?
"
asked
the
dispatcher
.
"
We
’
re
going
to
move
trains
and
we
’
re
going
"
to
move
them
manually
.
"
"
Manually
?
"
said
the
signal
engineer
.
"
Yes
,
brother
!
Now
why
should
you
be
shocked
?
"
She
could
not
resist
it
.
"
Man
is
only
muscles
,
isn
’
t
he
?
We
’
re
going
back
—
back
to
where
there
were
no
interlocking
systems
,
no
semaphores
,
no
electricity
—
back
to
the
time
when
train
signals
were
not
steel
and
wire
,
but
men
holding
lanterns
.
Physical
men
,
serving
as
lampposts
.
You
’
ve
advocated
it
long
enough
—
you
got
what
you
wanted
.
Oh
,
you
thought
that
your
tools
would
determine
your
ideas
?
But
it
happens
to
be
the
other
way
around
—
and
now
you
’
re
going
to
see
the
kind
of
tools
your
ideas
have
determined
!
"
