Атлант расправил плечи

           WhenshecalledEddieWillers,hegasped,hearinghervoice.

           "Dagny!ForGod’ssake,whereareyou?"

           "InWisconsin.Why?"

           "Ididn’tknowwheretoreachyou.You’dbettercomebackatonce.

           Asfastasyoucan."

           "Whathappened?"

           "Nothing—yet.Buttherearethingsgoingon,which...You’dbetterstopthemnow,ifyoucan.Ifanybodycan."

           "Whatthings?"

           "Haven’tyoubeenreadingthenewspapers?"

           "No."

           "Ican’ttellyouoverthephone.Ican’tgiveyouallthedetails.

           Dagny,you’llthinkI’minsane,butIthinkthey’replanningtokillColorado."

           "I’llcomebackatonce,"shesaid.

           CutintothegraniteofManhattan,undertheTaggartTerminal,thereweretunnelswhichhadoncebeenusedassidings,atatimewhentrafficraninclickingcurrentsthrougheveryarteryoftheTerminaleveryhouroftheday.Theneedforspacehadshrunkthroughtheyears,withtheshrinkingofthetraffic,andthesidetunnelshadbeenabandoned,likedryriverbeds;afewlightsremainedasbluepatchesonthegraniteoverrailslefttorustontheground.

           Dagnyplacedtheremnantofthemotorintoavaultinoneofthetunnels;thevaulthadoncecontainedanemergencyelectricgenerator,whichhadbeenremovedlongago.