“Humbug! You ask me who the new party have selected for their leader, their president? Listen, and you will hear his name.”
He left me, and ran out. I heard his haranguing the crowd in a horrible jumble of English and dog Spanish; then came tremendous shouts, and one mighty roar burst upon my tympanums:
“Señor Morgan!—el presidente!—Señor Morgan!”
Great Scott! they meant me!
CHAPTER XXXVII.
THE AGE OF ENCHANTMENT.
They say some men are born great, some achieve greatness, while others have greatness thrust upon them.
I must have been of the class last named.
You could have almost knocked me down with a feather when the tremendous truth burst upon my intellect.
Various significant hints which had been dropped of late by this wonderful companion of mine now seemed to take form and substance, and all pointed toward this one grand climax.