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Dave
Mitchum
was
not
the
man
to
rebel
against
his
background
or
to
question
the
moral
code
of
those
in
charge
.
The
choice
he
made
was
not
to
challenge
,
but
to
follow
the
policy
of
his
superiors
.
Bill
Brent
could
have
beaten
him
in
any
contest
of
technology
,
but
here
was
an
endeavor
at
which
he
could
beat
Bill
Brent
without
effort
.
There
had
once
been
a
society
where
men
needed
the
particular
talents
of
Bill
Brent
,
if
they
wished
to
survive
;
what
they
needed
now
was
the
talent
of
Dave
Mitchum
.
Dave
Mitchum
sat
down
at
his
secretary
’
s
typewriter
and
,
by
means
of
two
fingers
,
carefully
typed
out
an
order
to
the
trainmaster
and
another
to
the
road
foreman
.
The
first
instructed
the
trainmaster
to
summon
a
locomotive
crew
at
once
,
for
a
purpose
described
only
as
"
an
emergency
"
;
the
second
instructed
the
road
foreman
to
"
send
the
best
engine
available
to
Winston
,
to
stand
by
for
emergency
assistance
.
"
He
put
carbon
copies
of
the
orders
into
his
own
pocket
,
then
opened
the
door
,
yelled
for
the
night
dispatcher
to
come
up
and
handed
him
the
two
orders
for
the
two
men
downstairs
.
The
night
dispatcher
was
a
conscientious
young
boy
who
trusted
his
superiors
and
knew
that
discipline
was
the
first
rule
of
the
railroad
business
.
He
was
astonished
that
Mitchum
should
wish
to
send
written
orders
down
one
flight
of
stairs
,
but
he
asked
no
questions
,
Mitchum
waited
nervously
.
After
a
while
,
he
saw
the
figure
of
the
road
foreman
walking
across
the
yards
toward
the
roundhouse
.
He
felt
relieved
:
the
two
men
had
not
come
up
to
confront
him
in
person
;
they
had
understood
and
they
would
play
the
game
as
he
was
playing
it
.
The
road
foreman
walked
across
the
yards
,
looking
down
at
the
ground
.
He
was
thinking
of
his
wife
,
his
two
children
and
the
house
which
he
had
spent
a
lifetime
to
own
.
He
knew
what
his
superiors
were
doing
and
he
wondered
whether
he
should
refuse
to
obey
them
.
He
had
never
been
afraid
of
losing
his
job
;
with
the
confidence
of
a
competent
man
,
he
had
known
that
if
he
quarreled
with
one
employer
,
he
would
always
be
able
to
find
another
.
Now
,
he
was
afraid
;
he
had
no
right
to
quit
or
to
seek
a
job
;
if
he
defied
an
employer
,
he
would
be
delivered
into
the
unanswerable
power
of
a
single
Board
,
and
if
the
Board
ruled
against
him
,
it
would
mean
being
sentenced
to
the
slow
death
of
starvation
:
it
would
mean
being
barred
from
any
employment
.
He
knew
that
the
Board
would
rule
against
him
;
he
knew
that
the
key
to
the
dark
,
capricious
mystery
of
the
Board
’
s
contradictory
decisions
was
the
secret
power
of
pull
.
What
chance
would
he
have
against
Mr
.
Chalmers
?
There
had
been
a
time
when
the
self
-
interest
of
his
employers
had
demanded
that
he
exercise
his
utmost
ability
.
Now
,
ability
was
not
wanted
any
longer
.
There
had
been
a
time
when
he
had
been
required
to
do
his
best
and
rewarded
accordingly
.
Now
,
he
could
expect
nothing
but
punishment
,
if
he
tried
to
follow
his
conscience
.
There
had
been
a
time
when
he
had
been
expected
to
think
.
Now
,
they
did
not
want
him
to
think
,
only
to
obey
.
They
did
not
want
him
to
have
a
conscience
any
longer
.
Then
why
should
he
raise
his
voice
?
For
whose
sake
?
He
thought
of
the
passengers
—
the
three
hundred
passengers
aboard
the
Comet
.
He
thought
of
his
children
.
He
had
a
son
in
high
school
and
a
daughter
,
nineteen
,
of
whom
he
was
fiercely
,
painfully
proud
,
because
she
was
recognized
as
the
most
beautiful
girl
in
town
.
He
asked
himself
whether
he
could
deliver
his
children
to
the
fate
of
the
children
of
the
unemployed
,
as
he
had
seen
them
in
the
blighted
areas
,
in
the
settlements
around
closed
factories
and
along
the
tracks
of
discontinued
railroads
.
He
saw
,
in
astonished
horror
,
that
the
choice
which
he
now
had
to
make
was
between
the
lives
of
his
children
and
the
lives
of
the
passengers
on
the
Comet
.
A
conflict
of
this
kind
had
never
been
possible
before
.
It
was
by
protecting
the
safety
of
the
passengers
that
he
had
earned
the
security
of
his
children
;
he
had
served
one
by
serving
the
other
;
there
had
been
no
clash
of
interests
,
no
call
for
victims
.
Now
,
if
he
wanted
to
save
the
passengers
,
he
had
to
do
it
at
the
price
of
his
children
.
He
remembered
dimly
the
sermons
he
had
heard
about
the
beauty
of
self
-
immolation
,
about
the
virtue
of
sacrificing
to
others
that
which
was
one
’
s
dearest
.
He
knew
nothing
about
the
philosophy
of
ethics
;
but
he
knew
suddenly
—
not
in
words
,
but
in
the
form
of
a
dark
,
angry
,
savage
pain
—
that
if
this
was
virtue
,
then
he
wanted
no
part
of
it
.
