brushed his dusty leggings and blue clothes and summoned a barber.
A little later the guest was greeted as a person of rare distinction by the dignified elderly gentleman in red-silk robes who ruled and "squeezed" the district. The corporal rose grandly to the occasion. The two mingled to a nicety their mutual attitudes of respect, cordiality, protection. They talked laboriously through the doubtful medium of the overpowered You Han, whom the intricacies of the mandarin dialect bowled over from the one side, and on the other such instructions as these from the corporal:
"Tell old Four-Eyes that I'm the personal ripresintative of George Washington and Gineral Grant, an' that when I stamp me fut a million brave soldiers trimble violently; but that because I know a great intellect when I see one, me heart is swelled with pride to sit down and talk it over as man to man. Poke that into him good and har-r-d."
The official volleyed many questions, and the deserter parried what fragments of them You Han was able to pass along.
