Атлант расправил плечи
In the Name of the Best among us
Whereishe?"
"I’maskingthequestions!"Buthebackedastepaway."Don’t...don’tyouactlikeabigshotorI’ll—"
"Hey,Pete,heis!"criedthesecondguard,paralyzedbyFrancisco’smanner.
Thefirstonewasstrugglingtoignoreit;hisvoicegrewlouderwiththegrowthofhisfear,ashesnappedatFrancisco,"Whatareyouafter?"
"IsaidI’lltellittoyourchief.Whereishe?"
"I’maskingthequestions!"
"I’mnotansweringthem."
"Oh,you’renot,areyou?"snarledPete,whohadbutonerecoursewhenindoubt:hishandjerkedtothegunonhiship.
Francisco’shandwastoofastforthetwomentoseeitsmotion,andhisgunwastoosilent.WhattheysawandheardnextwasthegunflyingoutofPete’shand,alongwithasplatterofbloodfromhisshatteredfingers,andhismuffledhowlofpain.Hecollapsed,groaning.
Intheinstantwhenthesecondguardgraspedit,hesawthatFrancisco’sgunwasaimedathim.
"Don’tshoot,mister!"hecried.
"Comedownherewithyourhandsup,"orderedFrancisco,holdinghisgunaimedwithonehandandwavingasignaltothecrackofthedoorwiththeother.
Bythetimetheguarddescendedthestairs,Reardenwastheretodisarmhim,andDanneskjoldtotiehishandsandfeet.
