Атлант расправил плечи
Their Brothers’ Keepers
Butthey—shelookedatthefaceofhersignalengineer—theybelievedthatthatmuscularcontractionofahandwastheonlythingrequiredtomovethetraffic—andnowthetowermenstoodidle—andonthegreatpanelsinfrontofthetowerdirector,theredandgreenlights,whichhadflashedannouncingtheprogressoftrainsatadistanceofmiles,werenowsomanyglassbeads—liketheglassbeadsforwhichanotherbreedofsavageshadoncesoldtheIslandofManhattan.
"Calfallofyourunskilledlaborers,"shesaidtotheassistantmanager,"thesectionhands,trackwalkers,enginewipers,whoever’sintheTerminalrightnow,andhavethemcomehereatonce."
"Here?"
"Here,"shesaid,pointingatthetracksoutsidethetower."Callallyourswitchmen,too.Phoneyourstorehouseandhavethembringhereeverylanterntheycanlaytheirhandson,anysortoflantern,conductors’lanterns,stormlanterns,anything."
"Lanterns,MissTaggart?"
"Getgoing."
"Yes,ma’am."
"Whatisitwe’redoing,MissTaggart?"askedthedispatcher.
"We’regoingtomovetrainsandwe’regoing"tomovethemmanually."
"Manually?"saidthesignalengineer.
"Yes,brother!Nowwhyshouldyoubeshocked?"Shecouldnotresistit.
