"You want to remember I'm an American," he was saying whiningly. "Something's got to be done for me. I can't be treated this way, you know."
"Señor B-Day!" exploded the little general. "Do you know this man?"
"Day!"
Tom Hotchkiss almost shrieked it and would have sprung forward to peer into Mr. Broxton Day's face had not two of the barefooted soldiers held him back by the ungentle means of their bayonets.
"Yes. It is Thomas Hotchkiss," Mr. Day said, eyeing the fat man without favor.
"You're Brocky Day!" exclaimed the prisoner with sudden relief. "Well, you tell these fellers——"
The general raised his hand for silence. The soldiers suddenly pinned Mr. Hotchkiss into his corner with points that evidently hurt.
"Ouch!"
"You know this man, Señor Day?"
"Yes, General."