"That's just it," Nancy said. "Reading a book _is_ sharing something! You share an experience with the man who wrote the book. You tell people about it, they read it, you discuss it. That's sharing." Another man at the desk spoke. "You talk of experience. With our sensation pills you gain much greater and more vivid experience than you ever could from a book." "But it's not real that way," Nancy said softly. "It's not natural either." The leader of the Watchers resumed the examination, which consisted of the same questions and the same accusations repeated over and over again. The three Rebels stood awaiting whatever it was that to be done to them, helpless to answer the charges, since there seemed to be no way for them to make themselves understood. "What will they do with them?" Brant asked. "Psychwash them probably. It's simple and there's never any trouble afterward." Gil answered. The leader stood up and addressed the three individuals before him. "We have decided that you are to be sent to the psych laboratories!" The Rebel woman instinctively raised her hand to her mouth in fear. Nancy and the other man stiffened but their glances remained steady. "We will give you a day to think about what is to happen to you. If, in that time, you decide to come to us with information concerning your Rebel groups--their whereabouts, their plans and so on, you may do so. Otherwise our plans for you will be carried out!" He sat down. "Let me remind you that the fate of those who have been psychwashed is not very pleasant. They no longer think. They move when they are told to move. They do only what they are told to do. They don't read books and they don't paint pictures. They--." "They are not very different from the rest of the people in Dreamtown, are they?" Nancy interrupted. "Take them out of here!" the man screamed. Nancy's remark created angry excitement among the examiners and as they discussed it among themselves Brant and Gil watched the three people being led swiftly from the room. * * * * * The city lay like a great carnival ground in the wilderness, illuminating the dark night. Dan and Professor Corbett lay on the ground, hidden behind the scrubby growth of bushes a few hundred yards from the wall of the city. Dan looked at his watch and the luminous dial told him it was ten o'clock. The raid was scheduled for 10:20. "I think we got all the patrols, Alan," Dan whispered, "but I warned the men to be careful anyway. We didn't have enough guns for everybody, but once we're in the city we can get them from the Watchers and from their arsenal." Professor Corbett leaned toward Dan. "Let's go over the plan once more," he said. Dan shifted his position. "We have thirty people down at the West End gate. They're coming in three minutes after we start. Bill and Ed will open this gate and at the same time Joe will dynamite the drug warehouses."