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"
A
drill
head
of
Rearden
Metal
will
outlast
three
of
steel
.
"
"
Maybe
.
"
"
I
said
order
them
made
.
"
"
Who
’
s
going
to
pay
for
it
?
"
"
I
am
.
"
"
Who
’
s
going
to
find
somebody
to
make
them
?
"
She
had
telephoned
Rearden
.
He
had
found
an
abandoned
tool
plant
,
long
since
out
of
business
.
Within
an
hour
,
he
had
purchased
it
from
the
relatives
of
its
last
owner
.
Within
a
day
,
the
plant
had
been
reopened
.
Within
a
week
,
drill
heads
of
Rearden
Metal
lad
been
delivered
to
the
bridge
in
Colorado
.
She
looked
at
the
bridge
.
It
represented
a
problem
badly
solved
,
but
she
had
had
to
accept
it
.
The
bridge
,
twelve
hundred
feet
of
steel
across
the
black
gap
,
was
built
in
the
days
of
Nat
Taggart
’
s
son
.
It
was
long
past
the
stage
of
safety
;
it
had
been
patched
with
stringers
of
steel
,
then
of
iron
,
then
of
wood
;
it
was
barely
worth
the
patching
.
She
had
thought
of
a
new
bridge
of
Rearden
Metal
.
She
had
asked
her
chief
engineer
to
submit
a
design
and
an
estimate
of
the
cost
.
