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The
beam
of
a
roving
searchlight
struck
Rearden
’
s
face
,
and
when
the
light
swept
past
he
saw
the
man
on
the
roof
leaning
down
,
as
if
peering
in
his
direction
.
The
man
waved
to
someone
to
replace
him
,
then
vanished
abruptly
from
his
post
.
Rearden
hurried
on
through
the
short
stretch
of
darkness
ahead
—
but
then
,
from
the
side
,
from
the
crack
of
an
alley
,
he
heard
a
drunken
voice
yell
,
"
There
he
is
!
"
and
whirled
to
see
two
beefy
figures
advancing
upon
him
.
He
saw
a
leering
,
mindless
face
with
a
mouth
hung
loose
in
a
joyless
chuckle
,
and
a
club
in
a
rising
fist
—
he
heard
the
sound
of
running
steps
approaching
from
another
direction
,
he
attempted
to
turn
his
head
,
then
the
club
crashed
down
on
his
skull
from
behind
—
and
in
the
moment
of
splitting
darkness
,
when
he
wavered
,
refusing
to
believe
it
,
then
felt
himself
going
down
,
he
felt
a
strong
,
protective
arm
seizing
him
and
breaking
his
fall
,
he
heard
a
gun
exploding
an
inch
above
his
ear
,
then
another
explosion
from
the
same
gun
in
the
same
second
,
but
it
seemed
faint
and
distant
,
as
if
he
had
fallen
down
a
shaft
.
His
first
awareness
,
when
he
opened
his
eyes
,
was
a
sense
of
profound
serenity
.
Then
he
saw
that
he
was
lying
on
a
couch
in
a
modern
,
sternly
gracious
room
—
then
,
he
realized
that
it
was
his
office
and
that
the
two
men
standing
beside
him
were
the
mills
’
doctor
and
the
superintendent
.
He
felt
a
distant
pain
in
his
head
,
which
would
have
been
violent
had
he
cared
to
notice
it
,
and
he
felt
a
strip
of
tape
across
his
hair
,
on
the
side
of
his
head
.
The
sense
of
serenity
was
the
knowledge
that
he
was
free
.
The
meaning
of
his
bandage
and
the
meaning
of
his
office
were
not
to
be
accepted
or
to
exist
,
together
—
it
was
not
a
combination
for
men
to
live
with
—
this
was
not
his
battle
any
longer
,
nor
his
job
,
nor
his
business
.
"
I
think
I
’
ll
be
all
right
,
Doctor
,
"
he
said
,
raising
his
head
.
"
Yes
,
Mr
.
Rearden
,
fortunately
.
"
The
doctor
was
looking
at
him
as
if
still
unable
to
believe
that
this
had
happened
to
Hank
Rearden
inside
his
own
mills
;
the
doctor
’
s
voice
was
tense
with
angry
loyalty
and
indignation
.
"
Nothing
serious
,
just
a
scalp
wound
and
a
slight
concussion
.
But
you
must
take
it
easy
and
allow
yourself
to
rest
.
"
"
I
will
,
"
said
Rearden
firmly
.
"
It
’
s
all
over
,
"
said
the
superintendent
,
waving
at
the
mills
beyond
the
window
.
"
We
’
ve
got
the
bastards
beaten
and
on
the
run
.
You
don
’
t
have
to
worry
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
It
’
s
all
over
.
"
