The Governor picked up a bunch of curls attached to a cup-shaped turban swirl.
"Good heavens!" he said. "The girl has scalped herself for your sake, John!"
"I bought that, too," said the Mayor, sullenly. "Do you know which way it goes on, George?"
They fixed it so that two curls fell down and dangled on either side of his Honour's nose.
Meanwhile the unfortunate Military Secretary had dressed in the top hat and cutaway of the Governor.
He said huskily, "If I can't outrun them they'll catch me and try to start raising statesmen."
"It's your duty to defend me," observed the Governor.
"Yes, with my life, but not with my p-progeny—"
"Then you'd better run faster than you've ever run in all your life," said the Governor coldly.
At that moment there came a telephone call.