“That man,” cried the professor, showing his writ of authority from the jefe politico of the district, “I order to be arrested.”

Jose did not flee.  He was found next morning in the bull ring riding a bull.  He was arrested by the Chicagoan’s orders, and taken to jail.  He was peremptorily ordered by the professor to appear for the measurement.  He escaped, and again defied the powers.  He was again caught, and it was explained to him by the president that this man of might from the beyond had sworn to drag Jose with him all the way across this wild country slowly to Tehuantepec, thence back to the city of Oaxaca, where the state authorities would deal most painfully with him.  And this, indeed, in mighty manner and impressively, had the “man from the beyond” sworn to do.  Jose came and was measured, and I afterward saw him calling to the professor to come and take a jolly drink out of the gourd he was shaking at him, in the manner of a comrade.

In the afternoon, the work being done, the civilities and sugared conduct must be continued, with a view to future visits.  The professor wanted to enter the church, which, though modern, stands in the middle of one of the mysterious ruins.  The church was locked, and the mayor-domo not to be found.

“But I must photograph a strange picture you have in there.”

“The mayor-domo is drunk, at your service, my most excellent friend,” replied the president, sympathetically.  “I am sorry, but he got under the influence three days ago at the beginning of the feast, and he has slept ever since.  Ah, the mayor-domo is sleeping now, my excellent friend, and he has the keys.”

“You shall send a boy into the tower to ring the bell and wake the mayor-domo,” cried the professor.

The crowd sat on the stone steps, the bell was pealed, and at last the church was opened, and the picture photographed.

The procession then moved to the top of an ancient pyramid, in which tombs have been opened, and bones and gold ornaments found.  The professor dashed through all the tunnels, with the government after him, before mounting to the top.  On top a strange conversation was held between the professor and the president and secretary.  They appealed to this northern man, who seemed to have all earthly authority back of him, to grant them one longed-for boon.  Would he not please speak, when he returned to the capital, to the minister of encouragement, that he send them a brass band!  They wanted to welcome northern visitors to the ruins with modern music.

“You have great power.  You need but to ask of those in Mexico and the band will come.  Most beloved friend, oh, most excellent professor from the far north, give to us a brass band!” And the professor promised to speak to Minister Leal about it.  Then, too, the beastly state government was dragging some of their precious ruins away to put in a museum.  Would the professor please have the kindness to stop this?  The professor promised to do what he could, and he was hugged and blessed and patted by the simple people.