And Then the Town Took Off
Ohio, disappeared on t
Route 202, making up for the time he'd spent over a second cup of coffee in a diner, when he screeche
oked big. Bigger than if a nitro truck had blown up, which was his first though
ctions. Communicating by radiophone across the vast pit, they confirmed tha
keep people from falling into the pit. A pilot who flew over it reported tha
edule called for it to pass through but not stop at Superior at 11:58. That seemed to fix the time
er 31 was Halloween and that m
. A civil defense official brought up a Geiger counter, but no
He was gone a long time but when he came out the other side he reported that the pit was concave, relatively smoot
d been over the state. Washington said no. The Pentagon and the Atomic E
t might have blown up. The town's biggest factory mad
to see one, was afraid now that he had. The object loomed out of a cloudbank at twelve thousand feet and Studley changed course to avoid it. He noted with on
the church s
message from Superior, formerly of Oh
perior had sece
rborne, on that first day. A ham radio operator re
up h
to a stop. He looked out the window, hoping this was Columbus, where he planned to catch a plane east.
ss the aisle in whom Don had taken a passing intere
nductor said. "We don't make a sta
ok and Don had the opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and untouched by make-up. There were lines at the corners of her mouth which indicated a tendency to arrange h
on, which had been about to go on to her figure. Later, th
n a man in his mid-twenties-about her age-lean, tall and straight-shouldered, with once-blond hair now verging on dark brown, a fa
n was the brief case he carried, attached
bus. The sooner he got to Washington, the sooner he'd get rid of the brief case. The handc
him. He let the door close aga
dozen people were milling around the train as it sat in the dark, hissing steam. Don made his
with every imaginable kind of warning device. There were red lanterns, bot
he fireman talking to an old bearded gentleman wearin
e, I tell you," the ol
the engineer said, "I'll plow right through
old man in the white helm
turned to the fireman. "You look.
They had tramped a quarter of a mile along the gravel when the fireman stopped. "Okay," he said
f mile or so," th
ry up. We haven'
uckled. "I'm a
from it. Professor Garet swelled with pride,
ng even Columbus couldn't f
d see stars shining low on the horizon where s
re before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close. Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edg
iptoe any more than he had to sit on the edge of his seat during the exciting part of a movie, but the situati
ieving expression on his face, then at the
would have gone right over. I believe
" the man driving the old Pontiac said, "but I rea
t of the car with the redhead fro
lly; it's not accredited. What d
e said. "Geneva
Civek. You know Mr
We have a nodding acquainta
Civek said. "People don't exactly pound on th
ed with the coll
rior. The old town's really co
what Mr. Cort and the fireman say is
it in the morning," the mayor said, "i
sort of explosi
ouse is down in a hollow and reception isn't very good, especially with old English movies. Well, all of a s
whiskers and the riding
of Magnology at the Cavalier I
ssor o
ned and said, 'Hector'-that's my name, Hector Civek-'everything's up in the air.
s asked. "I mean, does he
at he was trying to convey was that this-this
that?" D
or a while, on the telephone, about magnetism and gravity, but I think he was only calling as a cou
population o
ute. Three thousand and forty, counting you people fr
an by that?" Je
ee how you can g
sked. "I've got to get back to-to Eart
airport. No place for
id, "but a helicopter could
pters here
et they're swarming al
or. "I suppose they could, at that. Well, here's Cavalier. You go right in that door,
who was frowning. "Are you thinking," he asked, "that Mayor Cive
d have stayed with Aunt Hattie another
mean where I was going before Superior became air
Government. Do
ody. Me, fo
're handcuffed to, I'd have thought you were
ortably close. "Oh, no. Nothing so glamorous. I'm a messenge
ator Bobby Th
d again. "
w as well as I do that S.O.B. stands for S
t out and find a place to
" she corrected.
e on. Where they put you, you'll probably be surroun
f as Mrs. Garet. "We'll try to make you comfortable," she said. "What a night, eh? The professo
CD helmet, going around a corner, gesticulating