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"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
the
engineer
,
without
resentment
or
hope
.
The
engineer
had
exhausted
his
meager
store
of
knowledge
;
he
had
checked
every
source
of
trouble
he
could
think
of
.
He
went
crawling
over
and
under
the
machinery
,
unscrewing
its
parts
and
screwing
them
back
again
,
taking
out
pieces
and
replacing
them
,
dismembering
the
motors
at
random
,
like
a
child
taking
a
clock
apart
,
but
without
the
child
’
s
conviction
that
knowledge
is
possible
.
The
fireman
kept
leaning
out
of
the
cab
’
s
window
,
glancing
at
the
black
stillness
and
shivering
,
as
if
from
the
night
air
that
was
growing
colder
.
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
"
said
Eddie
Willers
,
assuming
a
tone
of
confidence
.
"
We
’
ve
got
to
do
our
best
,
but
if
we
fail
,
they
’
ll
send
us
help
sooner
or
later
.
They
don
’
t
abandon
trains
in
the
middle
of
nowhere
.
"
"
They
didn
’
t
used
to
,
"
said
the
fireman
.
Once
in
a
while
,
the
engineer
raised
his
grease
-
smeared
face
to
look
at
the
grease
-
smeared
face
and
shirt
of
Eddie
Willers
.
"
What
’
s
the
use
,
Mr
.
Willers
?
"
he
asked
.
"
We
can
’
t
let
it
go
!
"
Eddie
answered
fiercely
;
he
knew
dimly
that
what
he
meant
was
more
than
the
Comet
.
.
.
and
more
than
the
railroad
.
Moving
from
the
cab
through
the
three
motor
units
and
back
to
the
cab
again
,
his
hands
bleeding
,
his
shirt
sticking
to
his
back
,
Eddie
Willers
was
struggling
to
remember
everything
he
had
ever
known
about
engines
,
anything
he
had
learned
in
college
,
and
earlier
:
anything
he
had
picked
up
in
those
days
when
the
station
agents
at
Rockdale
Station
used
to
chase
him
off
the
rungs
of
their
lumbering
switch
engines
.
