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He
slumped
forward
,
his
elbow
in
the
puddle
,
and
said
:
"
God
damn
these
railroads
!
What
’
s
the
matter
with
their
track
?
You
’
d
think
with
all
the
money
they
’
ve
got
they
’
d
disgorge
a
little
,
so
we
wouldn
’
t
have
to
bump
like
farmers
on
a
hay
cart
!
"
His
three
companions
did
not
take
the
trouble
to
answer
.
It
was
late
,
and
they
remained
in
the
lounge
merely
because
an
effort
was
needed
to
retire
to
their
compartments
.
The
lights
of
the
lounge
looked
like
feeble
portholes
in
a
fog
of
cigarette
smoke
dank
with
the
odor
of
alcohol
.
It
was
a
private
car
,
which
Chalmers
had
demanded
and
obtained
for
his
journey
;
it
was
attached
to
the
end
of
the
Comet
and
it
swung
like
the
tail
of
a
nervous
animal
as
the
Comet
coiled
through
the
curves
of
the
mountains
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
campaign
for
the
nationalization
of
the
railroads
,
"
said
Kip
Chalmers
,
glaring
defiantly
at
a
small
,
gray
man
who
looked
at
him
without
interest
.
"
That
’
s
going
to
be
my
platform
plank
.
I
’
ve
got
to
have
a
platform
plank
.
I
don
’
t
like
Jim
Taggart
.
He
looks
like
a
soft
-
boiled
clam
.
To
hell
with
the
railroads
!
It
’
s
time
we
took
them
over
.
"
"
Go
to
bed
,
"
said
the
man
,
"
if
you
expect
to
look
like
anything
human
at
the
big
rally
tomorrow
.
"
"
Do
you
think
we
’
ll
make
it
?
"
"
You
’
ve
got
to
make
it
.
"
"
I
know
I
’
ve
got
to
.
But
I
don
’
t
think
we
’
ll
get
there
on
time
.
This
goddamn
snail
of
a
super
-
special
is
hours
late
.
"
"
You
’
ve
got
to
get
there
,
Kip
,
"
said
the
man
ominously
,
in
that
stubborn
monotone
of
the
unthinking
which
asserts
an
end
without
concern
for
the
means
.
