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"
It
’
s
the
vibrator
that
’
s
out
of
order
,
"
said
a
voice
behind
them
;
they
whirled
around
;
Galt
was
struggling
for
breath
,
but
he
was
speaking
in
the
brusque
,
competent
tone
of
an
engineer
.
"
Take
it
out
and
pry
off
the
aluminum
cover
.
You
’
ll
find
a
pair
of
contacts
fused
together
.
Force
them
apart
,
take
a
small
file
and
clean
up
the
pitted
surfaces
.
Then
replace
the
cover
,
plug
it
back
into
the
machine
—
and
your
generator
will
work
.
"
There
was
a
long
moment
of
total
silence
.
The
mechanic
was
staring
at
Galt
;
he
was
holding
Galt
’
s
glance
—
and
even
he
was
able
to
recognize
the
nature
of
the
sparkle
in
the
dark
green
eyes
;
it
was
a
sparkle
of
contemptuous
mockery
.
He
made
a
step
back
.
In
the
incoherent
dimness
of
his
consciousness
,
in
some
wordless
,
shapeless
,
unintelligible
manner
,
even
he
suddenly
grasped
the
meaning
of
what
was
occurring
in
that
cellar
.
He
looked
at
Galt
—
he
looked
at
the
three
men
—
he
looked
at
the
machine
.
He
shuddered
,
he
dropped
his
pliers
and
ran
out
of
the
room
.
Galt
burst
out
laughing
.
The
three
men
were
backing
slowly
away
from
the
machine
.
They
were
struggling
not
to
allow
themselves
to
understand
what
the
mechanic
had
understood
.
"
No
!
"
cried
Taggart
suddenly
,
glancing
at
Galt
and
leaping
forward
,
"
No
!
I
won
’
t
let
him
get
away
with
it
!
"
He
fell
down
on
his
knees
,
groping
frantically
to
find
the
aluminum
cylinder
of
the
vibrator
.
"
I
’
ll
fix
it
!
I
’
ll
work
it
myself
!
We
’
ve
got
to
go
on
!
We
’
ve
got
to
break
him
!
"
