Okie was dumbfounded to find the machine still in one piece and doubly dumbfounded to discover it was behaving in a most unconventional manner. It was emitting a low steady gurgling sound and an occasional sputter or burp. The legs of the machine seemed unsteady. Its body shifted back and forth in herky-jerky motions like an old-fashioned washing machine. The three little Bell Fruit wheels were spinning at the speed of an airplane propellor. Okie thought they might never stop again. "What the hell are you crazy galoots doing to my machine!" he bellowed. Before the aliens could answer there was another explosive sound, causing the crowd to jump back several steps. Quarters fell from the mouth of the machine, slowly at first, then at an alarming rate. The coins fell, bounced and rolled all over the floor. The crowd gulped with fascination. "Holy catfish!" said one of the men, "how long since that blasted thing's paid off?" "Looks like this is the first time," said one of the others. "You guys keep quiet!" yelled Okie. The coins continued to fall for what seemed like a record time. The crowd was spellbound. Okie watched in silent fury. And the aliens were more confused than they had been when the machine _wasn't_ paying off. * * * * * The one-armed bandit finally coughed out its last quarter. The three Bell Fruit wheels came to an abrupt halt, as though an inner spring had snapped. The machine broke down. Certain observers later reported that the poor thing actually _looked_ exhausted. The sheriff burst in the door with Nugget McDermott close behind. "Sheriff, I want you to arrest these two tinhorns!" cried Okie. "Tinhorns??" Sartan's face was creased with bewilderment. "What's wrong, Okie?" asked the sheriff. "Take a look for yourself! These two bugged my machine and then broke it down! Look at that money all over the floor!" Toryl smiled. "We meant no harm, sir--" "The hell you didn't mean no harm! You were out to rob me!" "We were only ex-per-i-ment-ing--" "There's their crooked experimenting right there!" said Okie, pointing a finger at the deactivated one-armed bandit. "I want them locked up until that machine's paid for!" "All right," said the sheriff, "you two better come with me." "But, sir," Sartan protested, "we merely wanted to know how the machine functioned. You see, we are from Capella and--" "Capella!" exclaimed the sheriff. "Where is that? I never heard of the place." "Well, it is not a part of your Earth." "Oh, well why didn't you say so before!" The sheriff winked at the crowd. "You mean you boys are from out of this world?" "That is correct," Sartan grinned proudly. "Well, well! That makes a big difference!" The sheriff turned to the crowd. "All right, boys, grab them and hustle them over to the jail house!" * * * * * A group of men slowly closed in on the two aliens. Toryl and Sartan backed away toward the wall.