At one point I heard workers setting up a portable generator and lights.

Instead, he set up the portable generator and connected it to the mains.

They had found a builder in Newport who hired them a portable generator.

Yet another sought a portable generator for a friend on a ventilator living downtown.

Powerful spotlights, powered by a portable generator, illuminated the area.

He reached an arm behind him, clasped the exhaust vent on his portable generator.

The electrical cable leading from the portable generator to the spear had been severed.

Bright spotlights had been hung above them on the wall, attached to a portable generator.

Outside the window there was a small, ancient portable generator-theonly source of electricity in the House.

The rumble of a portable generator.

Dig through the cargo and the storage bins, see if you can find a portable generator and some lights.

The portable generator sputtered and roared to life, and the quartz floodlights glowed at the ends of their telescoping arms.

Halogen lights, powered by a portable generator that purred in the outer chamber, lit the back room like the afternoon sun.

Well, mostly it was a bunch of equipment, you know, a portable generator, electrical wiring, a control panel, and so forth.

A portable generator of this type was capable of producing 10,000 cubic feet of the gas per hour.

He heard the chugging of the portable generator, and the distant clatter of the jack-hammer cutting into the dense rock on the next hill.