Atlas Shrugged [51]
Rearden sat behind his desk. His cold, blue eyes made two horizontal cuts across the gaunt planes of his face; they remained horizontal, impassively half-closed; he said evenly, without emphasis: 'I'll do it."
Dagny leaned back in her chair. The short sentence was a shock. It was not merely relief: it was the sudden realization that nothing else was necessary to guarantee that it would be done; she needed no proofs, no questions, no explanations; a complex problem could rest safely on three syllables pronounced by a man who knew what he was saying.
"Don't show that you're relieved." His voice was mocking. "Not too obviously." His narrowed eyes were watching her with an unrevealing smile. "I might think that I hold Taggart Transcontinental in my power,"
"You know that, anyway."
"I do. And I intend to make you pay for it."
"I expect to. How much?"
"Twenty dollars extra per ton on the balance of the order delivered after today."
"Pretty steep, Hank. Is that the best price you can give me?"
"No. But that's the one I'm going to get. I could ask twice that and you'd pay it."
"Yes., I would. And you could. But you won't."
"Why won't I?"
"Because you need to have the Rio Norte Line built. It's your first showcase for Rearden Metal."
He chuckled. "That's right. I like to deal with somebody who has no illusions about getting favors."
"Do you know what made me feel relieved, when you decided to take advantage of it?"
"What?"
"That I was dealing, for once, with somebody who doesn't pretend to give favors."
His smile had a discernible quality now: it was enjoyment. "You always play it open, don't you?" he asked.
"I've never noticed you doing otherwise."
"I thought I was the only one who could afford to."
"I'm not broke, in that sense, Hank."
"I think I'm going to break you some day-in that sense."
"Why?"
"I've always wanted to."
"Don't you have enough cowards around you?"
"That's why I'd enjoy trying it-because you're the only exception.
So you think it's right that I should squeeze every penny of profit I can, out of your emergency?"
"Certainly. I'm not a fool. I don't think you're in business for my convenience."
"Don't you wish I were?"
"I'm not a moocher, Hank."
"Aren't you going to find it hard to pay?"
"That's my problem, not yours. I want that rail."
"At twenty dollars extra per ton?"
"Okay, Hank."
"Fine. You'll get the rail. I may get my exorbitant profit-or Taggart Transcontinental may crash before I collect it."
She said, without smiling, "If I don't get that line built in nine months, Taggart Transcontinental will crash."
"It won't, so long as you run it,"
When he did not smile, his face looked inanimate, only his eyes remained alive, active with a cold, brilliant clarity of perception. But what he was made to feel by the things he perceived, no one would be permitted to know, she thought, perhaps not even himself.
"They've done their best to make it harder for you, haven't they?" he said.
"Yes. I was counting on Colorado to save the Taggart system. Now it's up to me to save Colorado. Nine months from now, Dan Conway will close his road. If mine isn't ready, it won't be any use finishing it.
You can't leave those men without transportation for a single day, let alone a week or a month. At the rate they've been growing, you can't stop them dead and then expect them to continue. It's like slamming brakes on an engine going two hundred miles an hour."
"I know."
"I can run a good railroad. I can't run it across a continent of sharecroppers who're not good enough to grow turnips successfully. I've got to have men like Ellis Wyatt to produce something to fill the trains I run. So I've got to give him a train and a track nine months from now, if I have to blast all the rest of us into hell to do it!"
He smiled, amused. "You feel very strongly about it, don't you?"
"Don't you?"
He would not answer, but merely held the smile.
"Aren't you