Only the bawling 'bus man for the hotel, the station agent wrestling with a trunk or two,--that was all.

Fairchild looked about him in surprise, then approached the agent.
"What's happened?
Where 's everybody ?" "Up on the hill." "Something happened ?" "A lot.

From what I hear it's a strike that's going to put Ohadi on the map again." "Who made it ?" "Don't know.

Some fellow came running down here an hour or so ago and said there 'd been a tremendous strike made on the hill, and everybody beat it up there." Fairchild went on, to turn into a deserted street,--a street where the doors of the stores had been left open and the owners gone.

Everywhere it was the same; it was as if Ohadi suddenly had been struck by some catastrophe which had wiped out the whole population.