And suddenly grabbed it up again, smoothed it, looked again at the last sentence! ... each motor operates on regular household direct current of 250 Kemps, as authorized by ...
Two hundred fifty Kemps—and there were four of the motors!
"Dot! Dot those tools by the Contraption! And any scrap wire there—hurry!"
He worked with inhuman swiftness of desperation. Dot knelt beside him, handed him tool by tool as he asked for it, as though she were a scrub nurse and he the surgeon, with a patient that might have but moments to live.
And silently, Terry and Mike watched, eyes wide with wonderment. They watched as Doug equipped two of the motors with the large pulleys, the two others with pulleys of less than half their diameter. Then he linked them with the flat rubber belts.
"See if you can get the insulation off the ends of those wires—the ones a couple feet long are all right."
He moved the racks next to the bench, brought them close together, and when Dot handed him the wire, he had the two motors on which he had placed the small pulleys denuded of their streamlined jackets. It was between those two that he made a simple connection in series.
"Terry, Mike—while I'm making connections to the Contraption, see if you can get the fan blades off their shafts."
Two connections—two simple connections....