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We
can
’
t
afford
to
antagonize
him
or
.
.
.
or
harm
him
.
We
don
’
t
dare
take
any
chances
on
.
.
.
anything
happening
to
him
.
Because
.
.
.
because
,
if
he
goes
,
we
go
.
He
’
s
our
last
hope
.
Make
no
mistake
about
it
.
If
he
goes
,
we
perish
.
You
all
know
it
.
"
His
eyes
swept
over
the
faces
around
him
:
they
knew
it
.
The
sleet
of
the
following
morning
fell
down
on
front
-
page
stories
announcing
that
a
constructive
,
harmonious
conference
between
John
Galt
and
the
country
’
s
leaders
,
on
the
previous
afternoon
,
had
produced
"
The
John
Galt
Plan
,
"
soon
to
be
announced
.
The
snowflakes
of
the
evening
fell
down
upon
the
furniture
of
an
apartment
house
whose
front
wall
had
collapsed
—
and
upon
a
crowd
of
men
waiting
silently
at
the
closed
cashier
’
s
window
of
a
plant
whose
owner
had
vanished
.
"
The
farmers
of
South
Dakota
,
"
Wesley
Mouch
reported
to
Mr
.
Thompson
,
next
morning
,
"
are
marching
on
the
state
capital
,
burning
every
government
building
on
their
way
,
and
every
home
worth
more
than
ten
thousand
dollars
.
"
"
California
’
s
blown
to
pieces
,
"
he
reported
in
the
evening
.
"
There
’
s
a
civil
war
going
on
there
—
if
that
’
s
what
it
is
,
which
nobody
seems
to
be
sure
of
.
They
’
ve
declared
that
they
’
re
seceding
from
the
Union
,
but
nobody
knows
who
’
s
now
in
power
.
There
’
s
armed
fighting
all
over
the
state
,
between
a
‘
People
’
s
Party
,
’
led
by
Ma
Chalmers
and
her
soybean
cult
of
Orient
-
admirers
—
and
something
called
‘
Back
to
God
,
’
led
by
some
former
oil
-
field
owners
.
"
"
Miss
Taggart
!
"
moaned
Mr
.
Thompson
,
when
she
entered
his
hotel
room
next
morning
,
in
answer
to
his
summons
.
"
What
are
we
going
to
do
?
"
He
wondered
why
he
had
once
felt
that
she
possessed
some
reassuring
kind
of
energy
.
He
was
looking
at
a
blank
face
that
seemed
composed
,
but
the
composure
became
disquieting
when
one
noticed
that
it
lasted
for
minute
after
minute
,
with
no
change
of
expression
,
no
sign
of
feeling
.
Her
face
had
the
same
look
as
all
the
others
,
he
thought
,
except
for
something
in
the
set
of
the
mouth
that
suggested
endurance
.
"
I
trust
you
,
Miss
Taggart
.
You
’
ve
got
more
brains
than
all
my
boys
,
"
he
pleaded
.
"
You
’
ve
done
more
for
the
country
than
any
of
them
—
it
’
s
you
who
found
him
for
us
.
What
are
we
to
do
?
With
everything
falling
to
pieces
,
he
’
s
the
only
one
who
can
lead
us
out
of
this
mess
—
but
he
won
’
t
.
He
refuses
.
He
simply
refuses
to
lead
.
I
’
ve
never
seen
anything
like
it
:
a
man
who
has
no
desire
to
command
.
We
beg
him
to
give
orders
—
and
he
answers
that
he
wants
to
obey
them
!
It
’
s
preposterous
!
"
"
It
is
.
"
"
What
do
you
make
of
it
?
Can
you
figure
him
out
?
"
