Hackworth was a free man now, wandering through the Aerodrome in an 
emotional stupor, and only reached his flight by participating in the same 
flock instinct that all the natives used to reach theirs. Whenever he saw more 
than one gwailo heading purposefully in one direction, he followed 
them, and then others started following him, and thus did a mob of foreign 
devils coalesce among a hundred times as many natives, and finally, two hours 
after their flight was supposed to leave, they mobbed a gate and climbed aboard 
the airship Hanjin Takhoma— which might or might not have been 
their assigned vessel, but the passengers now had a sufficient numerical 
majority to hijack it to America, which was the only thing that really counted 
in China.