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           Rearden."

           "Listen,kid,"saidReardensternly,"Iwantyoutodomeafavor."

           "Now,Mr.Rearden?"

           "Yes.Now."

           "Why,ofcourse,Mr.Rearden...ifIcan."

           "You’vedonemeabigfavortonight,butIwantyoutodoastillbiggerone.You’vedoneagreatjob,climbingoutofthatslagheap.

           Nowwillyoutryforsomethingstillharder?Youwerewillingtodietosavemymills.Willyoutrytoliveforme?"

           "Foryou,Mr.Rearden?"

           "Forme.BecauseI’maskingyouto.BecauseIwantyouto.Becausewestillhaveagreatdistancetoclimbtogether,youandI."

           "Doesit...doesitmakeadifferencetoyou,Mr.Rearden?"

           "Itdoes.Willyoumakeupyourmindthatyouwanttolive—justasyoudiddownthereontheslagheap?Thatyouwanttolastandlive?Willyoufightforit?Youwantedtofightmybattle.Willyoufightthisonewithme,asourfirst?"

           Hefelttheclutchingoftheboy’shand;itconveyedtheviolenteagernessoftheanswer;thevoicewasonlyawhisper:"I’lltry,Mr.Rearden."

           "Nowhelpmetogetyoutoadoctor.Justrelax,takeiteasyandletmeliftyou."

           "Yes,Mr.Rearden."Withthejerkofasuddeneffort,theboypulledhimselfuptoleanonanelbow.

           "Takeiteasy,Tony.