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"
Something
ought
to
be
done
,
"
said
Mr
.
Mowen
.
"
A
friend
of
mine
went
out
of
business
last
week
—
the
oil
business
—
had
a
couple
of
wells
down
in
Oklahoma
—
couldn
’
t
compete
with
Ellis
Wyatt
.
It
isn
’
t
fair
.
They
ought
to
leave
the
little
people
a
chance
.
They
ought
to
place
a
limit
on
Wyatt
’
s
output
.
He
shouldn
’
t
be
allowed
to
produce
so
much
that
he
’
ll
swamp
everybody
else
off
the
market
.
.
.
I
got
stuck
in
New
York
yesterday
,
had
to
leave
my
car
there
and
come
home
on
a
damn
commuters
’
local
,
couldn
’
t
get
any
gas
for
the
car
,
they
said
there
’
s
a
shortage
of
oil
in
the
city
.
.
.
Things
aren
’
t
right
.
Something
ought
to
be
done
about
it
.
.
.
"
Looking
at
the
skyline
,
Mr
.
Mowen
wondered
what
was
the
nameless
threat
to
it
and
who
was
its
destroyer
.
"
What
do
you
want
to
do
about
it
?
"
asked
the
young
man
.
"
Who
,
me
?
"
said
Mr
.
Mowen
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
know
.
I
’
m
not
a
big
shot
.
I
can
’
t
solve
national
problems
.
I
just
want
to
make
a
living
.
All
I
know
is
,
somebody
ought
to
do
something
about
it
.
.
.
Things
aren
’
t
right
.
.
.
Listen
—
what
’
s
your
name
?
"
"
Owen
Kellogg
.
"
"
Listen
,
Kellogg
,
what
do
you
think
is
going
to
happen
to
the
world
?
"
"
You
wouldn
’
t
care
to
know
.
"
A
whistle
blew
on
a
distant
tower
,
the
night
-
shift
whistle
,
and
Mr
.
Mowen
realized
that
it
was
getting
late
.
He
sighed
,
buttoning
his
coat
,
turning
to
go
.
