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Brent
knew
that
tomorrow
morning
the
issue
would
be
his
word
against
Mitchum
’
s
;
Mitchum
would
deny
having
given
the
order
;
Mitchum
would
show
written
proof
that
Engine
Number
306
had
been
sent
to
Winston
only
"
to
stand
by
,
"
and
would
produce
witnesses
that
he
had
gone
to
Fairmount
in
search
of
a
Diesel
;
Mitchum
would
claim
that
the
fatal
order
had
been
issued
by
and
on
the
sole
responsibility
of
Bill
Brent
,
the
chief
dispatcher
,
it
would
not
be
much
of
a
case
,
not
a
case
that
could
bear
close
study
,
but
it
would
be
enough
for
the
Unification
Board
,
whose
policy
was
consistent
only
in
not
permitting
anything
to
be
studied
closely
.
Brent
knew
that
he
could
play
the
same
game
and
pass
the
frame
-
up
on
to
another
victim
,
he
knew
that
he
had
the
brains
to
work
it
out
—
except
that
he
would
rather
be
dead
than
do
it
.
It
was
not
the
sight
of
Mitchum
that
made
him
sit
still
in
horror
.
It
was
the
realization
that
there
was
no
one
whom
he
could
call
to
expose
this
thing
and
stop
it
—
no
superior
anywhere
on
the
line
,
from
Colorado
to
Omaha
to
New
York
.
They
were
in
on
it
,
all
of
them
,
they
were
doing
the
same
,
they
had
given
Mitchum
the
lead
and
the
method
.
It
was
Dave
Mitchum
who
now
belonged
on
this
railroad
and
he
,
Bill
Brent
,
who
did
not
.
As
Bill
Brent
had
learned
to
see
,
by
a
single
glance
at
a
few
numbers
on
a
sheet
of
paper
,
the
entire
trackage
of
a
division
—
so
he
was
now
able
to
see
the
whole
of
his
own
life
and
the
full
price
of
the
decision
he
was
making
.
He
had
not
fallen
in
love
until
he
was
past
his
youth
;
he
had
been
thirty
-
six
when
he
had
found
the
woman
he
wanted
.
He
had
been
engaged
to
her
for
the
last
four
years
;
he
had
had
to
wait
,
because
he
had
a
mother
to
support
and
a
widowed
sister
with
three
children
.
He
had
never
been
afraid
of
burdens
,
because
he
had
known
his
ability
to
carry
them
,
and
he
had
never
assumed
an
obligation
unless
he
was
certain
that
he
could
fulfill
it
.
He
had
waited
,
he
had
saved
his
money
,
and
now
he
had
reached
the
time
when
he
felt
himself
free
to
be
happy
.
He
was
to
be
married
in
a
few
weeks
,
this
coming
June
.
He
thought
of
it
,
as
he
sat
at
his
desk
,
looking
at
Dave
Mitchum
,
but
the
thought
aroused
no
hesitation
,
only
regret
and
a
distant
sadness
—
distant
,
because
he
knew
that
he
could
not
let
it
be
part
of
this
moment
.
Bill
Brent
knew
nothing
about
epistemology
;
but
he
knew
that
man
must
live
by
his
own
rational
perception
of
reality
,
that
he
cannot
act
against
it
or
escape
it
or
find
a
substitute
for
it
—
and
that
there
is
no
other
way
for
him
to
live
.
He
rose
to
his
feet
.
"
It
’
s
true
that
so
long
as
I
hold
this
job
,
I
cannot
refuse
to
obey
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
I
can
,
if
I
quit
.
So
I
’
m
quitting
.
"
"
You
’
re
what
?
"
"
I
’
m
quitting
,
as
of
this
moment
.
"
