I said, 'Say, why don't you wash yourself ?' and the horrible suggestion made him shudder.

'Is this the man ?' the sheriff asked.

'Gentlemen,' I replied, disdaining the sheriff, 'on the first train that pulls out I am going back to Chicago; and whenever you catch another baboon that has worn himself threadbare by sitting around your village, telegraph me and I will come and tell you to turn him loose.' 'Then he is not the man ?' said the sheriff, giving me a look that told of deep official disappointment.

'Gentlemen,' I replied, still disdaining the sheriff, 'I never saw this poor wretch before.

Tra la.' I met one gentleman in the town.