"Nonsense. A half portion means twelve hours of life. In that time I can rig up the big transmitter. Perhaps there is still time to revive New York. Solinski won't know we have a generator until we turn on the power. Quick. Poor June must be nearly frightened to death at our shouting." * * * * * But they found the girl sitting tense and jubilant at the controls. "Father! Jack!" she cried as the door opened. "It's working. I saw her move. That means we may be able to revive the world!" Her face was streaked with tears. "Her heart's beating," whispered the doctor, feeling the child's pulse. "Slow but steady. She'll regain consciousness any moment now." "No time to wait." Disregarding June's cry of protest Jack stripped off the electrodes. "We must get the big machine working." "But the little thing will die again," cried June, throwing herself on her knees beside the tot. "I didn't think you could be so cruel." "Solinski has cut off our drug supply," explained Manthis gently. "He's operating the other station. Don't blame Jack. We must work fast." "You mean that Russian is responsible for all this?" "Yes, child. But maybe we can defeat him yet. Don't lose courage. Now I must go and prepare what's left of the drug. We're overdue for it now." Meanwhile Jack was busy running leads from the generator room, connecting banks of tubes, stringing an aerial on the terrace. "Twelve hours! Twelve hours!" he muttered. "Just time to make it if the doctor's calculations are correct. June, hand me those pliers, but be careful of the wires. I haven't time to insulate them. When we start the dynamo they'll be carrying twelve thousand volts." "But won't Solinski and his men come back and kill us?" For the first time the full weight of despair descended upon her brave spirit. "Probably. Does your father have a revolver?" "I--I think so." "Find out." Jack connected a loading coil with deft fingers. "Then go down to a sporting goods store and get some ammunition. If there are any shotguns in the place bring two back with plenty of buckshot shells. I don't think we're being watched yet, but if you're attacked, run for it." Noting she looked hurt at his abruptness, he kissed her quickly. "Sorry, darling. Every second counts. Run along, like a good girl." She smiled for the first time in a long while and patted his hand. * * * * * When she returned, two shotguns and several boxes of shells held like wood in her bent arms, the generator was sparkling merrily. The gasoline engine barked steadily and the vacuum tubes glowed green. Manthis came in at that moment and injected all the remaining drug as Jack gave crisp orders. Automatically the engineer had taken command.