And Jerry sat under the banyan tree and observed the flight of all Somo.

Men, women, and children, the young and the aged, babes at breast and patriarchs leaning on sticks and staffs passed before his eyes, betraying the greatest haste and alarm.

The village dogs were as frightened, whimpering and whining as they ran.

And the contagion of terror was strong upon Jerry.

He knew the prod of impulse to join in this rush away from some unthinkably catastrophic event that impended and that stirred his intuitive apprehensions of death.