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Colby
’
s
eyes
watched
him
for
a
moment
,
pale
,
shrewd
eyes
in
a
furnace
-
tanned
face
with
soot
-
engraved
wrinkles
.
"
They
’
ve
been
telling
us
for
years
that
it
’
s
you
against
me
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
But
it
isn
’
t
.
It
’
s
Orren
Boyle
and
Fred
Kinnan
against
you
and
me
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
"
The
Wet
Nurse
had
never
entered
Rearden
’
s
office
,
as
if
sensing
that
that
was
a
place
he
had
no
right
to
enter
.
He
always
waited
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
Rearden
outside
.
The
directive
had
attached
him
to
his
job
,
as
the
mills
’
official
watchdog
of
over
-
or
-
under
-
production
.
He
stopped
Rearden
,
a
few
days
later
,
in
an
alley
between
the
rows
of
open
-
hearth
furnaces
.
There
was
an
odd
look
of
fierceness
on
the
boy
’
s
face
.
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
wanted
to
tell
you
that
if
you
want
to
pour
ten
times
the
quota
of
Rearden
Metal
or
steel
or
pig
iron
or
anything
,
and
bootleg
it
all
over
the
place
to
anybody
at
any
price
—
I
wanted
to
tell
you
to
go
ahead
.
I
’
ll
fix
it
up
.
I
’
ll
juggle
the
books
,
I
’
ll
fake
the
reports
,
I
’
ll
get
phony
witnesses
,
I
’
ll
forge
affidavits
,
I
’
ll
commit
perjury
—
so
you
don
’
t
have
to
worry
,
there
won
’
t
be
any
trouble
!
"
"
Now
why
do
you
want
to
do
that
?
"
asked
Rearden
,
smiling
,
but
his
smile
vanished
when
he
heard
the
boy
answer
earnestly
:
"
Because
I
want
,
for
once
,
to
do
something
moral
.
"
"
That
’
s
not
the
way
to
be
moral
—
"
Rearden
started
,
and
stopped
abruptly
,
realizing
that
it
was
the
way
,
the
only
way
left
,
realizing
through
how
many
twists
of
intellectual
corruption
upon
corruption
this
boy
had
to
struggle
toward
his
momentous
discovery
.
"
I
guess
that
’
s
not
the
word
,
"
the
boy
said
sheepishly
.
"
I
know
it
’
s
a
stuffy
,
old
-
fashioned
word
.
That
’
s
not
what
I
meant
.
I
meant
—
"
It
was
a
sudden
,
desperate
cry
of
incredulous
anger
:
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
they
have
no
right
to
do
it
!
"
"
What
?
"
