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Francisco
reached
for
a
chunk
of
clay
and
went
on
.
When
the
job
was
done
and
the
gap
was
closed
,
Rearden
noticed
that
there
was
a
twisting
pain
in
the
muscles
of
his
arms
and
legs
,
that
his
body
had
no
strength
left
to
move
—
yet
that
he
felt
as
if
he
were
entering
his
office
in
the
morning
,
eager
for
ten
new
problems
to
solve
.
He
looked
at
Francisco
and
noticed
for
the
first
time
that
their
clothes
had
blade
-
ringed
holes
,
that
their
hands
were
bleeding
,
that
there
was
a
patch
of
skin
torn
on
Francisco
’
s
temple
and
a
red
thread
winding
down
his
cheekbone
.
Francisco
pushed
the
goggles
back
off
his
eyes
and
grinned
at
him
:
it
was
a
smile
of
morning
.
A
young
man
with
a
look
of
chronic
hurt
and
impertinence
together
,
rushed
up
to
him
,
crying
,
"
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
,
Mr
.
Rearden
!
"
and
launched
into
a
speech
of
explanation
.
Rearden
turned
his
back
on
him
without
a
word
.
It
was
the
assistant
in
charge
of
the
pressure
gauge
of
the
furnace
,
a
young
man
out
of
college
.
Somewhere
on
the
outer
edge
of
Rearden
’
s
consciousness
,
there
was
the
thought
that
accidents
of
this
nature
were
happening
more
frequently
now
,
caused
by
the
kind
of
ore
he
was
using
,
but
he
had
to
use
whatever
ore
he
could
find
.
There
was
the
thought
that
his
old
workers
had
always
been
able
to
avert
disaster
;
any
of
them
would
have
seen
the
indications
of
a
hang
-
up
and
known
how
to
prevent
it
;
but
there
were
not
many
of
them
left
,
and
he
had
to
employ
whatever
men
he
could
find
.
Through
the
swirling
coils
of
steam
around
him
,
he
observed
that
it
was
the
older
men
who
had
rushed
from
all
over
the
mills
to
fight
the
break
-
out
and
now
stood
in
line
,
being
given
first
aid
by
the
medical
staff
.
He
wondered
what
was
happening
to
the
young
men
of
the
country
.
But
the
wonder
was
swallowed
by
the
sight
of
the
college
boy
’
s
face
,
which
he
could
not
bear
to
see
,
by
a
wave
of
contempt
,
by
the
wordless
thought
that
if
this
was
the
enemy
,
there
was
nothing
to
fear
.
All
these
things
came
to
him
and
vanished
in
the
outer
darkness
;
the
sight
blotting
them
out
was
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
,
He
saw
Francisco
giving
orders
to
the
men
around
him
.
They
did
not
know
who
he
was
or
where
he
came
from
,
but
they
listened
:
they
knew
he
was
a
man
who
knew
his
job
.
Francisco
broke
off
in
the
middle
of
a
sentence
,
seeing
Rearden
approach
and
listen
,
and
said
,
laughing
,
"
Oh
,
I
beg
your
pardon
!
"
Rearden
said
,
"
Go
right
ahead
.
It
’
s
all
correct
,
so
far
.
"
They
said
nothing
to
each
other
when
they
walked
together
through
the
darkness
,
on
their
way
back
to
the
office
.
Rearden
felt
an
exultant
laughter
swelling
within
him
,
he
felt
that
he
wanted
,
in
his
turn
,
to
wink
at
Francisco
like
a
fellow
conspirator
who
had
learned
a
secret
Francisco
would
not
acknowledge
.
He
glanced
at
his
face
once
in
a
while
,
but
Francisco
would
not
look
at
him
.
After
a
while
,
Francisco
said
,
"
You
saved
my
life
.
"
The
"
thank
you
"
was
in
the
way
he
said
it
.
Rearden
chuckled
.
"
You
saved
my
furnace
.
"
