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"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
There
was
nothing
to
see
beyond
the
window
;
turning
off
the
light
,
Eddie
Willers
could
distinguish
a
gray
spread
dotted
by
the
black
spots
of
cacti
,
with
no
start
to
it
and
no
end
.
He
wondered
how
men
had
ever
ventured
to
cross
it
,
and
at
what
price
,
in
the
days
when
there
were
no
trains
.
He
jerked
his
head
away
and
snapped
on
the
light
.
It
was
only
the
fact
that
the
Comet
was
in
exile
,
he
thought
,
mat
gave
him
this
sense
of
pressing
anxiety
.
She
was
stalled
on
an
alien
rail
—
on
the
borrowed
track
of
the
Atlantic
Southern
that
ran
through
Arizona
,
the
track
they
were
using
without
payment
.
He
had
to
get
her
out
of
here
,
he
thought
;
he
would
not
feel
like
this
once
they
returned
to
their
own
rail
.
But
the
junction
suddenly
seemed
an
insurmountable
distance
away
:
on
the
shore
of
the
Mississippi
,
at
the
Taggart
Bridge
.
No
,
he
thought
,
that
was
not
all
.
He
had
to
admit
to
himself
what
images
were
nagging
him
with
a
sense
of
uneasiness
he
could
neither
grasp
nor
dispel
;
they
were
too
meaningless
to
define
and
too
inexplicable
to
dismiss
.
One
was
the
image
of
a
way
station
they
had
passed
without
stopping
,
more
than
two
hours
ago
:
he
had
noticed
the
empty
platform
and
the
brightly
lighted
windows
of
the
small
station
building
;
the
lights
came
from
empty
rooms
;
he
had
seen
no
single
human
figure
,
neither
in
the
building
nor
on
the
tracks
outside
.
The
other
image
was
of
the
next
way
station
they
had
passed
:
its
platform
was
jammed
with
an
agitated
mob
.
Now
they
were
far
beyond
the
reach
of
the
light
or
sound
of
any
station
.
He
had
to
get
the
Comet
out
of
here
,
he
thought
.
He
wondered
why
he
felt
it
with
such
urgency
and
why
it
had
seemed
so
crucially
important
to
re
-
establish
the
Comet
’
s
run
.
A
mere
handful
of
passengers
was
rattling
in
her
empty
cars
;
men
had
no
place
to
go
and
no
goals
to
reach
.
It
was
not
for
their
sake
that
he
had
struggled
;
he
could
not
say
for
whose
.
Two
phrases
stood
as
the
answer
in
his
mind
,
driving
him
with
the
vagueness
of
a
prayer
and
the
scalding
force
of
an
absolute
.
One
was
:
From
Ocean
to
Ocean
,
forever
—
the
other
was
:
Don
’
t
let
it
go
!
.
.
.
The
conductor
returned
an
hour
later
,
with
the
fireman
,
whose
face
looked
oddly
grim
.
"
Mr
.
Willers
,
"
said
the
fireman
slowly
,
"
Division
Headquarters
does
not
answer
.
"
Eddie
Willers
sat
up
,
his
mind
refusing
to
believe
it
,
yet
knowing
suddenly
that
for
some
inexplicable
reason
this
was
what
he
had
expected
.
"
It
’
s
impossible
!
"
he
said
,
his
voice
low
;
the
fireman
was
looking
at
him
,
not
moving
.
