Then he noticed Hawkins standing apart and staring idiotically at what to him was the apparition of a defunct man, and a new idea was born to him.

He said to Tracy briskly: "But a thousand pardons, dear sir, I am forgetting courtesies due to a guest and stranger.

Let me introduce my friend General Hawkins--General Hawkins, our new Senator--Senator from the latest and grandest addition to the radiant galaxy of sovereign States, Cherokee Strip"-- (to himself, "that name will shrivel him up!"-- but it didn't, in the least, and the Colonel resumed the introduction piteously disheartened and amazed),-- "Senator Hawkins, Mr.

Howard Tracy, of--er--" "England." "England!--Why that's im--" "England, yes, native of England." "Recently from there ?" "Yes, quite recently." Said the Colonel to himself, "This phantom lies like an expert.
Purifying this kind by fire don't work.

I'll sound him a little further, give him another chance or two to work his gift." Then aloud--with deep irony-- "Visiting our great country for recreation and amusement, no doubt.
I suppose you find that traveling in the majestic expanses of our Far West is--" "I haven't been West, and haven't been devoting myself to amusement with any sort of exclusiveness, I assure you.