Атлант расправил плечи
In the Name of the Best among us
"There’snothingtobescaredof!"Hewasscreamingittohimself,strugglingtorecapturethesafetyofhisonlysphere:thesphereofviolence."Nothingandnobody!I’llshowyou!"Hewhirledaround,hishandshakingattheendofhissweepingarm,andfiredatRearden.
SomeofthemsawReardensway,hisrighthandgrippinghisleftshoulder.Others,inthesameinstant,sawthegundropoutofthechief’shandandhitthefloorintimewithhisscreamandwiththespurtofbloodfromhiswrist.ThenallofthemsawFranciscod’Anconiastandingatthedoorontheleft,hissoundlessgunstillaimedatthechief.
Allofthemwereontheirfeetandhaddrawntheirguns,buttheylostthatfirstmoment,notdaringtofire.
"Iwouldn’t,ifIwereyou,"saidFrancisco.
"Jesus!"gaspedoneoftheguards,strugglingforthememoryofanamehecouldnotrecapture."That’s...that’stheguywhoblewupallthecopperminesintheworld!"
"Itis,"saidRearden.
TheyhadbeenbackinginvoluntarilyawayfromFrancisco—andturnedtoseethatReardenstillstoodattheentrancedoor,withapointedguninhisrighthandandadarkstainspreadingonhisleftshoulder.
"Shoot,youbastards!"screamedthechieftothewaveringmen.
"Whatareyouwaitingfor?Shootthemdown!"Hewasleaningwithonearmagainstthetable,bloodrunningoutoftheother.
