"I'll take you to Doctor Franklin's tailor," Jack proposed.
"Major Washington tol' me whar to go. I got the name an' the street all writ down plain in my wallet but I got t' go hum."
They had stopped at the door of the famous American. Jack and Solomon went in and sat down with a dozen others to await their turn.
When they had been conducted to the presence of the great man he took Solomon's hand and said:
"Mr. Binkus, I am glad to bid you welcome."
He looked down at the sinewy, big-boned, right hand of the scout, still holding it.
"Will you step over to the window a moment and give me a look at your hands?" he asked.
They went to the window and the Doctor put on his spectacles and examined them closely.
"I have never seen such an able, Samsonian fist," he went on. "I think the look of those hands would let you into Paradise. What a record of human service is writ upon them! Hands like that have laid the foundations of America. They have been generous hands. They tell me all I need to know of your spirit, your lungs, your heart and your stomach."
"They're purty heavy--that's why I genially carry 'em in my pockets when I ain't busy," said Solomon.