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hymns about a Church it never knew. Driving us mad with its ceaseless howling -"
"Well. Speak up, whoever did it. You didn't know it, but you did the camp a favor. And I want to know how in blazes you got out of that room without anyone seeing
you. It might help in guarding ourselves."


"His screaming -his singing. Even the sound projector couldn't drown it." Clark shivered. "It was a monster."


"Oh," said Van Wall in sudden comprehension. "You were sitting right next to the door, weren't you! And almost behind the projection screen already."
Clark nodded dumbly. "He -it's quiet now. It's a dead -Mac, your test's no damn good. It was dead anyway, monster or man, it was dead."
McReady chuckled softly. "Boys, meet Clark, the only one we know is human! Meet Clark, the one who proves he's human by trying to commit murder -and failing.
Will the rest of you please refrain from trying to prove you're human for a while? I think we may have another test."


"A test!" Connant snapped joyfully, then his face sagged in disappointment. "I suppose it's another either-way-you-want-it."
"No," said McReady steadily. "Look sharp and be careful. Come into the Ad Building. Barclay, bring your electrocuter. And somebody -Dutton -stand with
Barclay to make sure he does it. Watch every neighbor, for by the Hell these monsters came from, I've got something, and they know it. They're going to get
dangerous!"


The group tensed abruptly. An air of crushing menace entered into every man's body, sharply they looked at each other. More keenly than ever before -is that
man next to me an inhuman monster?


"What is it?" Garry asked, as they stood again in the main room. "How long will it take?"


"I don't know, exactly," said McReady, his voice brittle with angry determination. "But I know it will work, and no two ways about it. It depends on a basic quality
of the monsters, not on us. 'Kinner' just convinced me." He stood heavy and solid in bronzed immobility, completely sure of himself again at last.


"This," said Barclay, hefting the wooden-handled weapon, tipped with its two sharp-pointed, charged conductors, "is going to be rather necessary, I take it. Is
the power plant assured?"


Dutton nodded sharply. "The automatic stoker bin is full. The gas power plant is on stand-by. Van Wall and I set it for the movie operation and -we've checked it
over rather carefully several times, you know. Anything those wires touch, dies." he assured them grimly. "I know that."


Dr. Copper stirred vaguely in his bunk, rubbed his eyes with fumbling hand. He sat up slowly, blinked his eyes blurred with sleep and drugs, widened unutterable
horror of drug-ridden nightmares. "Garry," he mumbled, "Garry -listen. Selfish -from hell they came, and hellish shellfish -I mean self -Do I? What do I mean?"
He sank back in his bunk, and snored softly.


McReady looked at him thoughtfully. "We'll know presently," he nodded slowly. But selfish is what you mean all right. Selfish is the word. They must be, you see."
He turned to the men in the cabin, tense, silent men staring with wolfish eyes each at his neighbor. "Selfish, and as Dr. Copper said, every part is a whole.
Every piece is a self-sufficient, an animal in itself.