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"
What
are
you
going
to
do
,
if
more
of
them
move
out
?
"
"
Wait
and
see
.
"
Mr
.
Mowen
glanced
up
dubiously
:
he
could
not
tell
whether
the
answer
was
intended
to
apply
to
him
or
to
the
young
man
.
But
the
young
man
’
s
attention
was
fixed
on
his
task
;
he
was
not
looking
down
.
He
moved
on
,
to
the
shrouded
shapes
on
the
next
flatcar
,
and
Mr
.
Mowen
followed
,
looking
up
at
him
,
pleading
with
something
up
in
space
:
"
I
’
ve
got
rights
,
haven
’
t
I
?
I
was
born
here
.
I
expected
the
old
companies
to
be
here
when
I
grew
up
.
I
expected
to
run
the
plant
like
my
father
did
.
A
man
is
part
of
his
community
,
he
’
s
got
a
right
to
count
on
it
,
hasn
’
t
he
?
.
.
.
Something
ought
to
be
done
about
it
.
"
"
About
what
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
know
,
you
think
it
’
s
great
,
don
’
t
you
?
—
that
Taggart
boom
and
Rearden
Metal
and
the
gold
rush
to
Colorado
and
the
drunken
spree
out
there
,
with
Wyatt
and
his
bunch
expanding
their
production
like
kettles
boiling
over
!
Everybody
thinks
it
’
s
great
—
that
’
s
all
you
hear
anywhere
you
go
—
people
are
slap
-
happy
,
making
plans
like
six
-
year
olds
on
a
vacation
—
you
’
d
think
it
was
a
national
honeymoon
of
some
kind
or
a
permanent
Fourth
of
July
!
"
The
young
man
said
nothing
.
"
Well
,
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
"
said
Mr
.
Mowen
.
He
lowered
his
voice
.
"
The
newspapers
don
’
t
say
so
,
either
—
mind
you
that
—
the
newspapers
aren
’
t
saying
anything
.
"
Mr
.
Mowen
heard
no
answer
,
only
the
clanking
of
the
chains
.
