“General Rompiro wasn’t so gloomy inside as he appeared on the surface.  He was polite enough; and he exuded a number of sounds that made a fair stagger at arranging themselves into language.  It was English he aimed at, and when his system of syntax reached your mind it wasn’t past you to understand it.  If you took a college professor’s magazine essay and a Chinese laundryman’s explanation of a lost shirt and jumbled ’em together, you’d have about what the General handed you out for conversation.  He told me all about his bleeding country, and what they were trying to do for it before the doctor came.  But he mostly talked of Denver C. Galloway.

“‘Ah, senor,’ says he, ’that is the most fine of mans.  Never I have seen one man so magnifico, so gr-r-rand, so conformable to make done things so swiftly by other mans.  He shall make other mans do the acts and himself to order and regulate, until we arrive at seeing accomplishments of a suddenly.  Oh, yes, senor.  In my countree there is not such mans of so beegness, so good talk, so compliments, so strongness of sense and such.  Ah, that Senor Galloway!’

“‘Yes,’ says I, ’old Denver is the boy you want.  He’s managed every kind of business here except filibustering, and he might as well complete the list.’

“Before the three days was up I decided to join Denver in his campaign.  Denver got three months’ vacation from his hotel owners.  For a week we lived in a room with the General, and got all the pointers about his country that we could interpret from the noises he made.  When we got ready to start, Denver had a pocket full of memorandums, and letters from the General to his friends, and a list of names and addresses of loyal politicians who would help along the boom of the exiled popular idol.  Besides these liabilities we carried assets to the amount of $20,000 in assorted United States currency.  General Rompiro looked like a burnt effigy, but he was Br’er Fox himself when it came to the real science of politics.

“‘Here is moneys,’ says the General, ’of a small amount.  There is more with me—­moocho more.  Plentee moneys shall you be supplied, Senor Galloway.  More I shall send you at all times that you need.  I shall desire to pay feefty—­one hundred thousand pesos, if necessario, to be elect.  How no?  Sacramento!  If that I am president and do not make one meelion dolla in the one year you shall keek me on that side!—­valgame Dios!’

“Denver got a Cuban cigar-maker to fix up a little cipher code with English and Spanish words, and gave the General a copy, so we could cable him bulletins about the election, or for more money, and then we were ready to start.  General Rompiro escorted us to the steamer.  On the pier he hugged Denver around the waist and sobbed.  ’Noble mans,’ says he, ’General Rompiro propels you into his confidence and trust.  Go, in the hands of the saints to do the work for your friend. Viva la libertad!’