"I am an architect, your gracious highness."

"Less of that insolence in the way of names, my friend! An architect,
eh? Well, what did you ever build?"

"I laid out Dream Avenue in the boom city of Expectation and built on
that thoroughfare a magnificent row of castles in the air. If you had a
bit more imagination I might try to sell you something in my line. But
it is useless, I see! Farewell!"

He swept off his broad-brimmed hat with a deep bow, backed away a few
steps, and bowed again and went on his way. The crowd guffawed. This
baiting of the city's labor magnate had most agreeably scratched their
itching sense of resentment.

"I don't know who that josher is, but I hate to lose him out of town,"
confided the orator on the trough to those near him.

"I never saw that fellow before, but I'll pinch him if you say so,
Colonel Dodd," volunteered the policeman. "Do you make complaint?"

"No," snapped the colonel, glowering on the broad back which was
swinging across the square in retreat. He told his chauffeur to drive
on.

When the car passed Farr the colonel flicked cigar ashes which alighted
in a spray of dust on the sleeve of the frock-coat.

"Bah!" said the colonel, shooting the young man a scowl.