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nd selfeffacing as ever。 〃Roll on two！〃
At first it was the same as always … the humming that was a little louder than the original cycle…up； but not much； and the mindless forward surge of Del's body as his muscles spasmed。
Then things started going wrong。
The humming lost its steadiness and began to waver。 It was joined by a crackling sound； like cellophane being crinkled。 I could smell something horrible that I didn't identify as a mixture of burning hair and organic sponge until I saw blue tendrils of smoke curling out from beneath the edges of the cap。 More smoke was streaming out of the hole in the top of the cap that the wire came in through； it looked like smoke ing out of the hole in an Indian's teepee。
Delacroix began to jitter and twist in…the chair； his mask…covered face snapping from side to side as if in some vehement refusal。 His legs began to piston up and down in short strokes that were hampered by the clamps on his ankles。 Thunder banged overhead； and now the rain began to pour down harder。
I looked at Dean Stanton； he stared wildly back。 There was a muffled pop from under the cap； like a pine knot exploding in a hot fire； and now I could see smoke ing through the mask； as well； seeping out in little curls。
I lunged toward the mesh between us and the switch room； but before I could open my mouth； Brutus Howell seized my elbow。 His grip was hard enough to make the nerves in there tingle。 He was as white as tallow
