CHAPTER XI
IN THE LAND WHERE YOU DO AS YOU PLEASE
Bob and his comrade went straight to the mayor’s office; and to that august official Fitz Mee said:
“Your honor, Master Taylor wishes to go through our factories.”
“So I’ve heard,” the mayor answered grimly, “but could hardly credit my ears.” Then to Bob: “Master Taylor, is this true that I hear: that you desire to go through our factories?”
“Yes, sir,” Bob replied respectfully but sturdily, rather wondering, however, why such an ado should be made over so small a matter.
“Very well, Fitz Mee,” said the mayor to that worthy, “I’ll depend upon you to see that Master Taylor goes through our factories; and I’ll hold you responsible for any trouble that may arise. Here’s your permit.”