ule.

"'Twas a pleasant sound when the steamer bumped against the pier in
New Orleans. Pretty soon we heard the pat-a-pat of hundreds of bare
feet, and the Dago gang that unloads the fruit jumped on the deck and
down into the hold. Me and the general worked a while at passin' up
the bunches, and they thought we were part of the gang. After about
an hour we managed to slip off the steamer onto the wharf.

"'Twas a great honour on the hands of an obscure Clancy, havin' the
entertainment of the representative of a great foreign filibusterin'
power. I first bought for the general and myself many long drinks
and things to eat that were not bananas. The general man trotted
along at my side, leavin' all the arrangements to me. I led him
up to Lafayette Square and set him on a bench in the little park.
Cigarettes I had bought for him, and he humped himself down on the
seat like a little, fat, contented hobo. I look him over as he sets
there, and what I see pleases me. Brown by nature and instinct, he
is now brindled with dirt and dust. Praise to the mule, his clothes
is mostly strings and flaps. Yes, the looks of the general man is
agreeable to Clancy.

"I ask him, delicate, if, by any chance, he brought away anybody's
money with him from Guatemala. He sighs and bumps his shoulders
against the bench. Not a cent. All right. Maybe, he tells me, some
of his friends in the tropic outfit will send him funds later. The
general was as clear a case of no visible means as I ever saw.

"I told him not to move from the bench, and then I went up to the
corner of Poydras and Carondelet. Along there is O'Hara's beat. In
five minutes along comes O'Hara, a big, fine man, red-faced, with
shinin' buttons, swingin' his club. 'Twould be a fine thing for
Guatemala to move into O'Hara's precinct. 'Twould be a fine bit of
recreation for Danny to suppress revolutions and uprisin's once or
twice a week with his club.

"'Is 5046 workin' yet, Danny?' says I, walkin' up to him.

"'Overtime,' says O'Hara, lookin' over me suspicious. 'Want some of
it?'

"Fifty-forty-six is the celebrated city ordinance authorizin' arrest,
conviction and imprisonment of persons that succeed in concealin'
their crimes from the police.

"'Don't ye know Jimmy Clancy?' says I. 'Ye pink-gilled monster.' So,
when O'Hara recognized me beneath the scandalous exterior bestowed
upon me by the tropics, I backed him into a doorway and told him what
I wanted, and why I wanted