Atlas Shrugged [4]
"Railroad accidents happen every day. Did you have to bother me about that?"
"You know what I'm saying, Jim. The Rio Norte is done for. That track is shot. Down the whole line."
"We are getting a new track."
Eddie Willers continued as if there had been no answer: "That track is shot. It's no use trying to run trains down there. People are giving up trying to use them."
"There is not a railroad in the country, it seems to me, that doesn't have a few branches running at a deficit. We're not the only ones. It's a national condition-a temporary national condition."
Eddie stood looking at him silently. What Taggart disliked about Eddie Willers was this habit of looking straight into people's eyes. Eddie's eyes were blue, wide and questioning; he had blond hair and a square face, unremarkable except for that look of scrupulous attentiveness and open, puzzled wonder.
"What do you want?" snapped Taggart.
"I just came to tell you something you had to know, because somebody had to tell you."
"That we've had another accident?"
"That we can't give up the Rio Norte Line."
James Taggart seldom raised his head; when he looked at people, he did so by lifting his heavy eyelids and staring upward from under the expanse of his bald forehead.
"Who's thinking of giving up the Rio Norte Line?" he asked.
"There's never been any question of giving it up. I resent your saying it. I resent it very much."
"But we haven't met a schedule for the last six months. We haven't completed a run without some sort of breakdown, major or minor. We're losing all our shippers, one after another. How long can we last?"
"You're a pessimist, Eddie. You lack faith. That's what undermines the morale of an organization."
"You mean that nothing's going to be done about the Rio Norte Line?"
"I haven't said that at all. Just as soon as we get the new track-"
"Jim, there isn't going to be any new track." He watched Taggart's eyelids move up slowly. "I've just come back from the office of Associated Steel. I've spoken to Orren Boyle."
"What did he say?"
"He spoke for an hour and a half and did not give me a single straight answer."
"What did you bother him for? I believe the first order of rail wasn't due for delivery until next month."
"And before that, it was due for delivery three months ago."
"Unforeseen circumstances. Absolutely beyond Orren's control."
"And before that, it was due six months earlier. Jim, we have waited for Associated Steel to deliver that rail for thirteen months."
"What do you want me to do? I can't run Orren Boyle's business."
"I want you to understand that we can't wait."
Taggart asked slowly, his voice half-mocking, half-cautious, "What did my sister say?"
"She won't be back until tomorrow."
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"That's for you to decide."
"Well, whatever else you say, there's one thing you're not going to mention next-and that's Rearden Steel."
Eddie did not answer at once, then said quietly, "All right, Jim. I won't mention it."
"Orren is my friend." He heard no answer. "I resent your attitude. Orren Boyle will deliver that rail just as soon as it's humanly possible. So long as he can't deliver it, nobody can blame us."
"Jim! What are you talking about? Don't you understand that the Rio Norte Line is breaking up-whether anybody blames us or not?"
"People would put up with it-they'd have to-if it weren't for the Phoenix-Durango." He saw Eddie's face tighten. "Nobody ever complained about the Rio Norte Line, until the Phoenix-Durango came on the scene."
"The Phoenix-Durango is doing a brilliant job."
"Imagine a thing called the Phoenix-Durango competing with Taggart Transcontinental! It was nothing but a local milk line ten years ago."
"It's got most of the freight traffic of Arizona, New Mexico and Colorado now." Taggart did not answer. "Jim, we can't lose Colorado. It's our last hope. It's everybody's last hope. If we don't pull ourselves together, we'll lose every big shipper in the state to the Phoenix-Durango. We've lost the Wyatt oil fields."
"I don't see why