Атлант расправил плечи

           "

           "Heoverestimated,"saidGalt."I’mmuchlowerthanthatbythescaleofhisstandardsandofhisworld."

           Thecarhadswervedintoalanerisingtowardalonelyhousethatstoodonaridgeabovethevalley.Shesawamanwalkingdownapath,aheadofthem,hasteninginthedirectionofthetown.Heworebluedenimoverallsandcarriedalunchbox.TherewassomethingfaintlyfamiliarintheswiftabruptnessofhisGalt.Asthecarwentpasthim,shecaughtaglimpseofhisface—andshejerkedbackward,hervoicerisingtoascreamfromthepainofthemovementandfromtheshockofthesight:"Oh,stop!Stop!Don’tlethimgo!"ItwasEllisWyatt.

           Thethreemenlaughed,butMulliganstoppedthecar."Oh..."shesaidweakly,inapology,realizingshehadforgottenthatthiswastheplacefromwhichWyattwouldnotvanish.

           Wyattwasrunningtowardthem:hehadrecognizedher,too.Whenheseizedtheedgeofthecar,tobrakehisspeed,shesawthefaceandtheyoung,triumphantsmilethatshehadseenbutoncebefore:ontheplatformofWyattJunction.

           "Dagny!You,too,atlast?Oneofus?"

           "No,"saidGalt."MissTaggartisacastaway."

           "What?"

           "MissTaggart’splanecrashed.Didn’tyouseeit?"

           "Crashed—here?"

           "Yes."

           "Iheardaplane,butI...