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"
Why
are
they
all
running
to
Colorado
?
"
he
asked
.
"
What
have
they
got
down
there
that
we
haven
’
t
got
?
"
The
young
man
grinned
.
"
Maybe
it
’
s
something
you
’
ve
got
that
they
haven
’
t
got
.
"
"
What
?
"
The
young
man
did
not
answer
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
it
.
It
’
s
a
backward
,
primitive
,
unenlightened
place
.
They
don
’
t
even
have
a
modern
government
.
It
’
s
the
worst
government
in
any
state
.
The
laziest
.
It
does
nothing
—
outside
of
keeping
law
courts
and
a
police
department
.
It
doesn
’
t
do
anything
for
the
people
.
It
doesn
’
t
help
anybody
.
I
don
’
t
see
why
all
our
best
companies
want
to
run
there
.
"
The
young
man
glanced
down
at
him
,
but
did
not
answer
.
Mr
.
Mowen
sighed
.
"
Things
aren
’
t
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
Equalization
of
Opportunity
Bill
was
a
sound
idea
.
There
’
s
got
to
be
a
chance
for
everybody
.
It
’
s
a
rotten
shame
if
people
like
Quinn
take
unfair
advantage
of
it
.
Why
didn
’
t
he
let
somebody
else
start
manufacturing
ball
bearings
in
Colorado
?
.
.
.
I
wish
the
Colorado
people
would
leave
us
alone
.
That
Stockton
Foundry
out
there
had
no
right
going
into
the
switch
and
signal
business
.
That
’
s
been
my
business
for
years
,
I
have
the
right
of
seniority
,
it
isn
’
t
fair
,
it
’
s
dog
-
eat
-
dog
competition
,
newcomers
shouldn
’
t
be
allowed
to
muscle
in
.
Where
am
I
going
to
sell
switches
and
signals
?
There
were
two
big
railroads
out
in
Colorado
.
Now
the
Phoenix
-
Durango
’
s
gone
,
so
there
’
s
just
Taggart
Transcontinental
left
.
It
isn
’
t
fair
—
their
forcing
Dan
Conway
out
.
There
’
s
got
to
be
room
for
competition
.
.
.
And
I
’
ve
been
waiting
six
months
for
an
order
of
steel
from
Orren
Boyle
—
and
now
he
says
he
can
’
t
promise
me
anything
,
because
Rearden
Metal
has
shot
his
market
to
hell
,
there
’
s
a
run
on
that
Metal
,
Boyle
has
to
retrench
.
It
isn
’
t
fair
—
Rearden
being
allowed
to
ruin
other
people
’
s
markets
that
way
.
.
.
And
I
want
to
get
some
Rearden
Metal
,
too
,
I
need
it
—
but
try
and
get
it
!
He
has
a
waiting
line
that
would
stretch
across
three
states
—
nobody
can
get
a
scrap
of
it
,
except
his
old
friends
,
people
like
Wyatt
and
Danagger
and
such
.
It
isn
’
t
fair
.
It
’
s
discrimination
.
I
’
m
just
as
good
as
the
next
fellow
.
I
’
m
entitled
to
my
share
of
that
Metal
.
"
The
young
man
looked
up
.
"
I
was
in
Pennsylvania
last
week
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
saw
the
Rearden
mills
.
There
’
s
a
place
that
’
s
busy
!
They
’
re
building
four
new
open
-
hearth
furnaces
,
and
they
’
ve
got
six
more
coming
.
.
.
New
furnaces
,
"
he
said
,
looking
off
to
the
south
.
"
Nobody
’
s
built
a
new
furnace
on
the
Atlantic
coast
for
the
last
five
years
.
.
.
"
He
stood
against
the
sky
,
on
the
top
of
a
shrouded
motor
,
looking
off
at
the
dusk
with
a
faint
smile
of
eagerness
and
longing
,
as
one
looks
at
the
distant
vision
of
one
’
s
love
.
"
They
’
re
busy
.
.
.
"
he
said
.
Then
his
smile
vanished
abruptly
;
the
way
he
jerked
the
cru
-
fin
was
the
first
break
in
the
smooth
competence
of
his
movements
:
it
looked
like
a
jolt
of
anger
.
Mr
.
Mowen
looked
at
the
skyline
,
at
the
belts
,
the
wheels
,
the
smoke
—
the
smoke
that
settled
heavily
,
peacefully
across
the
evening
air
,
stretching
in
a
long
haze
all
the
way
to
the
city
of
New
York
somewhere
beyond
the
sunset
—
and
he
felt
reassured
by
the
thought
of
New
York
in
its
ring
of
sacred
fires
,
the
ring
of
smokestacks
,
gas
tanks
,
cranes
and
high
tension
lines
.
He
felt
a
current
of
power
flowing
through
every
grimy
structure
of
his
familiar
street
;
he
liked
the
figure
of
the
young
man
above
him
,
there
was
something
reassuring
in
the
way
he
worked
,
something
that
blended
with
the
skyline
.
.
.
Yet
Mr
.
Mowen
wondered
why
he
felt
that
a
crack
was
growing
somewhere
,
eating
through
the
solid
,
the
eternal
walls
.
