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Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting. Two old women fresh from their whiff of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a sanded tired umbrella, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled. The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be on. Beingless beings. Stop!
And when we came up, careful, we spotted three guys hidin' out behind the rocks yonder. They look to me like they're waiting for somebody to go strolling back from the shoreline, so's uh maybe folks out at the powerhouse can't see 'em. That'd be you and her, huh?" Joe went cold. Not for himself. For Sally. "There's nobody else around," said the Chief. "Who'd they be waiting for but you two?
When the cables were fastened, John shouted to Dick, who was waiting in the powerhouse. He pulled a heavy switch, at the end of the wires. The city was suddenly in complete darkness, then it flashed bright again as power flowed back into the thousands of coils in the ceiling material. Twice more it darkened, when the giant switch was thrown, and the lights came on again.
Behind, the roar of the waters was like a high wind. In a moment all the lights in Elmvale went out. "The powerhouse has gone!" shrieked Frenchy, when he saw this. "And everything else, I guess!" quavered Ikey, clinging to the back of the automobile seat and hoarse from shouting. Dim as the light from the stars and the moon was, they could see the front of the wave of released water.
I was sitting at my table, some letters which required answers spread before me while I brooded, pen between my fingers, upon the mystery which had become my life. For the moment I attributed the sudden failure of light to some accident at the powerhouse. Not for long!
With the peculiar reverberation of sound over water, two motorcycles started from the powerhouse along the crest of the dam. They streaked for the shore carrying five men, one of whom was the Chief, with a red-checked tablecloth about his middle, brandishing a fire axe in default of other weapons. The danger was over. But the assassins couldn't be followed immediately.
The powerhouse was a small squat structure in the middle of the dam. Not a person was visible anywhere. "Here we are," said Sally, when Joe stopped the car. He got out and went around to open the door for her. But she was already stepping out with the lunch basket in her hand when he arrived.
Joe liked Sally especially right then, because she didn't patronize Mike, or try to reason him out of his heartbreak. Then Haney said abruptly: "Somebody's spotted the Chief." Joe mentally kicked himself. The Chief had said he was going to swim. Now but only now Joe looked to see what he was doing. He was far out from shore, swimming unhurriedly to the powerhouse at the middle of the dam.
The new American, like the new European, was the servant of the powerhouse, as the European of the twelfth century was the servant of the Church, and the features would follow the parentage. The St. Louis Exposition was its first creation in the twentieth century, and, for that reason, acutely interesting.
At all times we had the right hand side of the canyon in plain view. Far above us on our side, now in plain sight, now hidden by a projecting point or tall timber, was the flume of the Mount Whitney Power Company, which carried water from the river to the powerhouse we had passed. As we ascended, we continually got nearer to this flume, which was run on a grade, and at last we passed under it.
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