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Powell
had
hopped
down
into
a
sitting
position
on
the
robot
again
,
and
his
suited
hand
slapped
against
the
Gargantuan
's
barrel
chest
.
"
Get
going
!
"
"
Giddy-ap
,
"
yelled
Donovan
,
and
thumped
his
heels
,
spur
fashion
.
The
robots
started
off
,
the
regular
thudding
of
their
footsteps
silent
in
the
airlessness
,
for
the
nonmetallic
fabric
of
the
insosuits
did
not
transmit
sound
.
There
was
only
a
rhythmic
vibration
just
below
the
border
of
actual
hearing
.
"
Faster
,
"
yelled
Donovan
.
The
rhythm
did
not
change
.
"
No
use
,
"
cried
Powell
,
in
reply
.
"
These
junk
heaps
are
only
geared
to
one
speed
.
Do
you
think
they
're
equipped
with
selective
flexors
?
"
They
had
burst
through
the
shadow
,
and
the
sunlight
came
down
in
a
white-hot
wash
and
poured
liquidly
about
them
.
Donovan
ducked
involuntarily
.
"
Wow
!
Is
it
imagination
or
do
I
feel
heat
?
"
"
You
'll
feel
more
presently
,
"
was
the
grim
reply
.
"
Keep
your
eye
on
Speedy
.
"
Robot
SPD
13
was
near
enough
to
be
seen
in
detail
now
.
His
graceful
,
streamlined
body
threw
out
blazing
highlights
as
he
loped
with
easy
speed
across
the
broken
ground
.
His
name
was
derived
from
his
serial
initials
,
of
course
,
but
it
was
apt
,
nevertheless
,
for
the
SPD
models
were
among
the
fastest
robots
turned
out
by
the
United
States
Robot
amp
;
Mechanical
Men
Corp.
.
"
Hey
,
Speedy
,
"
howled
Donovan
,
and
waved
a
frantic
hand
.
