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Holloway
shook
his
head
.
"
He
’
ll
come
,
but
.
.
.
no
,
not
so
good
.
"
He
added
,
"
I
don
’
t
think
he
’
ll
take
it
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
my
punk
told
me
.
"
"
I
know
.
"
"
The
punk
said
we
’
d
better
not
try
it
.
"
"
God
damn
your
punk
!
We
’
ve
got
to
!
We
’
ll
have
to
risk
it
!
"
The
punk
was
Philip
Rearden
who
,
weeks
ago
,
had
reported
to
Claude
Slagenhop
:
"
No
,
he
won
’
t
let
me
in
,
he
won
’
t
give
me
a
job
,
I
’
ve
tried
,
as
you
wanted
me
to
,
I
’
ve
tried
my
best
,
but
it
’
s
no
use
,
he
won
’
t
let
me
set
foot
inside
his
mills
.
And
as
to
his
frame
of
mind
—
listen
,
it
’
s
bad
.
It
’
s
worse
than
anything
I
expected
.
I
know
him
and
I
can
tell
you
that
you
won
’
t
have
a
chance
.
He
’
s
pretty
much
at
the
end
of
his
rope
.
One
more
squeeze
will
snap
it
.
You
said
the
big
boys
wanted
to
know
.
Tell
them
not
to
do
it
.
Tell
them
he
.
.
.
Claude
,
God
help
us
,
if
they
do
it
,
they
’
ll
lose
him
!
"
"
Well
,
you
’
re
not
of
much
help
.
"
Slagenhop
had
said
dryly
,
turning
away
.
Philip
had
seized
his
sleeve
and
asked
,
his
voice
shrinking
suddenly
into
open
anxiety
,
"
Say
,
Claude
.
.
.
according
to
.
.
.
to
Directive
10
-
289
.
.
.
if
he
goes
,
there
’
s
.
.
.
there
’
s
to
be
no
heirs
?
"
