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"
But
.
.
.
but
,
of
course
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
.
.
Did
you
think
I
’
d
play
that
kind
of
game
?
"
"
No
,
kid
,
no
,
I
guess
not
.
Only
—
"
"
What
?
"
"
Only
that
’
s
when
you
stuck
your
neck
out
.
"
"
But
I
had
to
!
.
.
.
I
couldn
’
t
help
them
wreck
the
mills
,
could
I
?
.
.
.
How
long
was
I
to
keep
from
sticking
my
neck
out
?
Till
they
broke
yours
?
.
.
.
And
what
would
I
do
with
my
neck
,
if
that
’
s
how
I
had
to
keep
it
?
.
.
.
You
.
.
.
you
understand
it
,
don
’
t
you
,
Mr
.
Rearden
?
"
"
Yes
.
I
do
.
"
"
I
refused
them
.
.
.
I
ran
out
of
the
office
.
.
.
I
ran
to
look
for
the
superintendent
.
.
.
to
tell
him
everything
.
.
.
but
I
couldn
’
t
find
him
.
.
.
and
then
I
heard
shots
at
the
main
gate
and
I
knew
it
had
started
.
.
.
I
tried
to
phone
your
home
.
.
.
the
phone
wires
were
cut
.
.
.
I
ran
to
get
my
car
,
I
wanted
to
reach
you
or
a
policeman
or
a
newspaper
or
somebody
.
.
.
but
they
must
have
been
following
me
.
.
.
that
’
s
when
they
shot
me
.
.
.
in
the
parking
lot
.
.
.
from
behind
.
.
.
all
I
remember
is
falling
and
.
.
.
and
then
,
when
I
opened
my
eyes
,
they
had
dumped
me
here
.
.
.
on
the
slag
heap
.
.
.
"
"
On
the
slag
heap
?
"
said
Rearden
slowly
,
knowing
that
the
heap
was
a
hundred
feet
below
.
The
boy
nodded
,
pointing
vaguely
down
into
the
darkness
.
"
Yeah
.
.
.
down
there
.
.
.
And
then
I
.
.
.
I
started
crawling
.
.
.
crawling
up
.
.
.
I
wanted
.
.
.
I
wanted
to
last
till
I
told
somebody
who
’
d
tell
you
.
"
The
pain
-
twisted
lines
of
his
face
smoothed
suddenly
into
a
smile
;
his
voice
had
the
sound
of
a
lifetime
’
s
triumph
as
he
added
,
"
I
have
.
"
Then
he
jerked
his
head
up
and
asked
,
in
the
tone
of
a
child
’
s
astonishment
at
a
sudden
discovery
,
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
is
this
how
it
feels
to
.
.
.
to
want
something
very
much
.
.
.
very
desperately
much
.
.
.
and
to
make
it
?
"
