Атлант расправил плечи
The Generator
Thethreemenwerebackingslowlyawayfromthemachine.Theywerestrugglingnottoallowthemselvestounderstandwhatthemechanichadunderstood.
"No!"criedTaggartsuddenly,glancingatGaltandleapingforward,"No!Iwon’tlethimgetawaywithit!"Hefelldownonhisknees,gropingfranticallytofindthealuminumcylinderofthevibrator.
"I’llfixit!I’llworkitmyself!We’vegottogoon!We’vegottobreakhim!"
"Takeiteasy,Jim,"saidFerrisuneasily,jerkinghimuptohisfeet.
"Hadn’twe...hadn’twebetterlayoffforthenight?"saidMouchpleadingly;hewaslookingatthedoorthroughwhichthemechanichadescaped,hisglancepart-envy,part-terror.
"No!"criedTaggart,"Jim,hasn’thehadenough?Don’tforget,wehavetobecareful."
"No!Hehasn’thadenough!Hehasn’tevenscreamedyet!"
"Jim!"criedMouchsuddenly,terrifiedbysomethinginTaggart’sface."Wecan’taffordtokillhim!Youknowit!"
"Idon’tcare!Iwanttobreakhim!Iwanttohearhimscream!Iwant—"
AndthenitwasTaggartwhoscreamed.Itwasalong,sudden,piercingscream,asifatsomesuddensight,thoughhiseyeswerestaringatspaceandseemedblanklysightless.Thesighthewasconfrontingwaswithinhim.