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The
pieces
connected
to
nothing
;
his
brain
seemed
jammed
and
tight
;
he
knew
that
motors
were
not
his
profession
,
he
knew
that
he
did
not
know
and
that
it
was
now
a
matter
of
life
or
death
for
him
to
discover
the
knowledge
.
He
was
looking
at
the
cylinders
,
the
blades
,
the
wires
,
the
control
panels
still
winking
with
lights
.
He
was
struggling
not
to
allow
into
his
mind
the
thought
that
was
pressing
against
its
periphery
:
What
were
the
chances
and
how
long
would
it
take
—
according
to
the
mathematical
theory
of
probability
—
for
primitive
men
,
working
by
rule
-
of
-
thumb
,
to
hit
the
right
combination
of
parts
and
re
-
create
the
motor
of
this
engine
?
"
What
’
s
the
use
,
Mr
.
Willers
?
"
moaned
the
engineer
.
"
We
can
’
t
let
it
go
!
"
he
cried
.
He
did
not
know
how
many
hours
had
passed
when
he
heard
the
fireman
shout
suddenly
,
"
Mr
.
Willers
!
Look
!
"
The
fireman
was
leaning
out
the
window
,
pointing
into
the
darkness
behind
them
.
Eddie
Willers
looked
.
An
odd
little
light
was
swinging
jerkily
far
in
the
distance
;
it
seemed
to
be
advancing
at
an
imperceptible
rate
;
it
did
not
look
like
any
sort
of
light
he
could
identify
.
After
a
while
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
distinguished
some
large
black
shapes
advancing
slowly
;
they
were
moving
in
a
line
parallel
with
the
track
;
the
spot
of
light
hung
low
over
the
ground
,
swinging
;
he
strained
his
ears
,
but
heard
nothing
.
Then
he
caught
a
feeble
,
muffled
beat
that
sounded
like
the
hoofs
of
horses
.
The
two
men
beside
him
were
watching
the
black
shapes
with
a
look
of
growing
terror
,
as
if
some
supernatural
apparition
were
advancing
upon
them
out
of
the
desert
night
.
In
the
moment
when
they
chuckled
suddenly
,
joyously
,
recognizing
the
shapes
,
it
was
Eddie
’
s
face
that
froze
into
a
look
of
terror
at
the
sight
of
a
ghost
more
frightening
than
any
they
could
have
expected
:
it
was
a
train
of
covered
wagons
.
The
swinging
lantern
jerked
to
a
stop
by
the
side
of
the
engine
.
"
Hey
,
bud
,
can
I
give
you
a
lift
?
"
called
a
man
who
seemed
to
be
the
leader
;
he
was
chuckling
.
"
Stuck
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
The
passengers
of
the
Comet
were
peering
out
of
the
windows
;
some
were
descending
the
steps
and
approaching
.
Women
’
s
faces
peeked
from
the
wagons
,
from
among
the
piles
of
household
goods
;
a
baby
wailed
somewhere
at
the
rear
of
the
caravan
.
