Hendrik saw the fear of statutory punishment seep into his lieutenant's soul. He stopped it at exactly the right point.
"Fleming," he said, kindly, "I trust you!"
Fleming felt himself decorated with the Grand Cross of the Order of Unearned Food. It made him into an active citizen.
"I'll get the men when you shout, boss!" he promised, proudly, realizing the meaning of the duty of a voter.
However, it would never do to have your creatures think they also have the power to create. Therefore Hendrik said, "If you don't—"
"I'll get 'em for you, b-boss. Honest, I will!" meekly promised Fleming, taking his place in the ranks. He was an ideal cabinet officer.
Hendrik Rutgers did not know men. He guessed them. He thus saved himself the fatigue of thinking.
Weinpusslacher swaggered by, counting his millions. He had begun to feel haughty. Hendrik stopped him by lifting his right forefinger and then smartly moving it Hendrikward.
"Weinie, I guess you're famous. You give the free meal tickets to Onthemaker. And don't try to cheat!"
"I never do such—" began Caspar, angrily.