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           NowthePhoenix-Durango’sgone,sothere’sjustTaggartTranscontinentalleft.Itisn’tfair—theirforcingDanConwayout.There’sgottoberoomforcompetition...AndI’vebeenwaitingsixmonthsforanorderofsteelfromOrrenBoyle—andnowhesayshecan’tpromisemeanything,becauseReardenMetalhasshothismarkettohell,there’sarunonthatMetal,Boylehastoretrench.Itisn’tfair—Reardenbeingallowedtoruinotherpeople’smarketsthatway...AndIwanttogetsomeReardenMetal,too,Ineedit—buttryandgetit!Hehasawaitinglinethatwouldstretchacrossthreestates—nobodycangetascrapofit,excepthisoldfriends,peoplelikeWyattandDanaggerandsuch.Itisn’tfair.It’sdiscrimination.I’mjustasgoodasthenextfellow.I’mentitledtomyshareofthatMetal."

           Theyoungmanlookedup."IwasinPennsylvanialastweek,"hesaid."IsawtheReardenmills.There’saplacethat’sbusy!They’rebuildingfournewopen-hearthfurnaces,andthey’vegotsixmorecoming...Newfurnaces,"hesaid,lookingofftothesouth."Nobody’sbuiltanewfurnaceontheAtlanticcoastforthelastfiveyears..."Hestoodagainstthesky,onthetopofashroudedmotor,lookingoffattheduskwithafaintsmileofeagernessandlonging,asonelooksatthedistantvisionofone’slove."They’rebusy..."hesaid.