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The Concerto of Deliverance
They,too,wereonlyridersonamachinewithoutadriver,theyweretremblinghitchhikerswhoknewthattheirvehiclewasabouttocrashintoitsfinalabyss—anditwasnotloveorfearofBoylethatmadethemclingtotheircourseandpressontowardtheirend,itwassomethingelse,itwassomeonenamelesselementwhichtheyknewandevadedknowing,somethingwhichwasneitherthoughtnorhope,somethingheidentifiedonlyasacertainlookintheirfaces,afurtivelooksaying:Icangetawaywithit.Why?—hethought.Whydotheythinktheycan?
"Wecan’taffordanytheories!"criedWesleyMouch."We’vegottoact!"
"Well,then,I’llofferyouanothersolution.Whydon’tyoutakeovermymillsandbedonewithit?"
Thejoltthatshookthemwasgenuineterror.
"Ohno!"gaspedMouch.
"Wewouldn’tthinkofit!"criedHolloway.
"Westandforfreeenterprise!"criedDr.Ferris.
"Wedon’twanttoharmyou!"criedLawson."We’reyourfriends,Mr.Rearden.Can’tweallworktogether?We’reyourfriends.
