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The
conductor
went
last
.
"
Mr
.
Willers
!
"
he
called
desperately
.
"
Come
along
!
"
"
No
,
"
said
Eddie
.
The
side
-
show
barker
waved
his
arm
in
an
upward
sweep
at
Eddie
’
s
figure
on
the
side
of
the
engine
above
their
heads
.
"
I
hope
you
know
what
you
’
re
doing
!
"
he
cried
,
his
voice
half
-
threat
,
half
-
plea
.
"
Maybe
somebody
will
come
this
way
to
pick
you
up
—
next
week
or
next
month
!
Maybe
!
Who
’
s
going
to
,
these
days
?
"
"
Get
away
from
here
,
"
said
Eddie
Willers
.
He
climbed
back
into
the
cab
—
when
the
wagons
jerked
forward
and
went
swaying
and
creaking
off
into
the
night
.
He
sat
in
the
engineer
’
s
chair
of
a
motionless
engine
,
his
forehead
pressed
to
the
useless
throttle
.
He
felt
like
the
captain
of
an
ocean
liner
in
distress
,
who
preferred
to
go
down
with
his
ship
rather
than
be
saved
by
the
canoe
of
savages
taunting
him
with
the
superiority
of
their
craft
.
Then
,
suddenly
,
he
felt
the
blinding
surge
of
a
desperate
,
righteous
anger
.
He
leaped
to
his
feet
,
seizing
the
throttle
.
He
had
to
start
this
train
;
in
the
name
of
some
victory
that
he
could
not
name
,
he
had
to
start
the
engine
.
Moving
past
the
stage
of
thinking
,
calculation
or
fear
,
moved
by
some
righteous
defiance
,
he
was
pulling
levers
at
random
,
he
was
jerking
the
throttle
back
and
forth
,
he
was
stepping
on
the
dead
man
’
s
pedal
,
which
was
dead
,
he
was
groping
to
distinguish
the
form
of
some
vision
that
seemed
both
distant
and
close
,
knowing
only
that
his
desperate
battle
was
fed
by
that
vision
and
was
fought
for
its
sake
.
Don
’
t
let
it
go
!
his
mind
was
crying
—
while
he
was
seeing
the
streets
of
New
York
—
Don
’
t
let
it
go
!
—
while
he
was
seeing
the
lights
of
railroad
signals
—
Don
’
t
let
it
go
!
—
while
he
was
seeing
the
smoke
rising
proudly
from
factory
chimneys
,
while
he
was
struggling
to
cut
through
the
smoke
and
reach
the
vision
at
the
root
of
these
visions
.
He
was
pulling
at
coils
of
wire
,
he
was
linking
them
and
tearing
them
apart
—
while
the
sudden
sense
of
sunrays
and
pine
trees
kept
pulling
at
the
corners
of
his
mind
.
Dagny
!
—
he
heard
himself
crying
soundlessly
—
Dagny
,
in
the
name
of
the
best
within
us
!
.
.
.
He
was
jerking
at
futile
levers
and
at
a
throttle
that
had
nothing
to
move
.
.
.
Dagny
!
—
he
was
crying
to
a
twelve
-
year
-
old
girl
in
a
sunlit
clearing
of
the
woods
—
in
the
name
of
the
best
within
us
,
I
must
now
start
this
train
!
.
.
.
Dagny
,
that
is
what
it
was
.
.
.
and
you
knew
it
,
then
,
but
I
didn
’
t
.
.
.
you
knew
it
when
you
turned
to
look
at
the
rails
.
.
.
I
said
,
"
not
business
or
earning
a
living
"
.
.
.
but
,
Dagny
,
business
and
earning
a
living
and
that
in
man
which
makes
it
possible
—
that
is
the
best
within
us
,
that
was
the
thing
to
defend
.
.
.
in
the
name
of
saving
it
,
Dagny
,
I
must
now
start
this
train
.
.
.
