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"
Mr
.
Willers
,
"
said
the
conductor
softly
,
"
it
’
s
no
use
.
.
.
"
"
Don
’
t
abandon
the
Comet
!
"
cried
Eddie
Willers
.
"
Don
’
t
let
it
go
!
Oh
God
,
don
’
t
let
it
go
!
"
"
Are
you
crazy
?
"
cried
the
barker
.
"
You
’
ve
no
idea
what
’
s
going
on
at
your
railroad
stations
and
headquarters
!
They
’
re
running
around
like
a
pack
of
chickens
with
their
heads
cut
off
!
I
don
’
t
think
there
’
s
going
to
be
a
railroad
left
in
business
this
side
of
the
Mississippi
,
by
tomorrow
morning
!
"
"
Better
come
along
,
Mr
.
Willers
,
"
said
the
conductor
.
"
No
!
"
cried
Eddie
,
clutching
the
metal
rung
as
if
he
wanted
his
hand
to
grow
fast
to
it
.
The
barker
shrugged
.
"
Well
,
it
’
s
your
funeral
!
"
"
Which
way
are
you
going
?
"
asked
the
engineer
,
not
looking
at
Eddie
.
"
Just
going
,
brother
!
Just
looking
for
some
place
to
stop
.
.
.
somewhere
.
We
’
re
from
Imperial
Valley
,
California
.
The
‘
People
’
s
Party
’
crowd
grabbed
the
crops
and
any
food
we
had
in
the
cellars
.
Hoarding
,
they
called
it
.
So
we
just
picked
up
and
went
.
Got
to
travel
by
night
,
on
account
of
the
Washington
crowd
.
.
.
We
’
re
just
looking
for
some
place
to
live
.
.
.
You
’
re
welcome
to
come
along
,
buddy
,
if
you
’
ve
got
no
home
—
or
else
we
can
drop
you
off
closer
to
some
town
or
another
.
"
The
men
of
that
caravan
—
thought
Eddie
indifferently
—
looked
too
mean
-
minded
to
become
the
founders
of
a
secret
,
free
settlement
,
and
not
mean
-
minded
enough
to
become
a
gang
of
raiders
;
they
had
no
more
destination
to
find
than
the
motionless
beam
of
the
headlight
;
and
,
like
that
beam
,
they
would
dissolve
somewhere
in
the
empty
stretches
of
the
country
.
He
stayed
on
the
ladder
,
looking
up
at
the
beam
.
He
did
not
watch
while
the
last
men
ever
to
ride
the
Taggart
Comet
were
transferred
to
the
covered
wagons
.
