A short, grizzly-faced man, attired in a white uniform with red
trimmings, followed by three men similarly garbed, rode by, going
in the direction of the passenger station. Dangloss, as Sitzky
had called him, was quite small in stature, rather stout,
gray-bearded and eagle-nosed. His face was keen and red, and
not at all the kind to invite familiarity. As he passed them the
railroad guard of American citizenship touched his cap and the
two travelers bowed, whereupon the chief of police gave them a
most profound salutation, fairly sweeping his saddleskirts with
his white cap.

"Polite old codger," observed Anguish.

"His company manners. Just let him get you in d' sweatbox, if
you t'ink he's polite."

"Ever been there?"

"Well," a little confusedly, "I pasted a Graustark
baggage-smasher down in d' yards two weeks ago, an' dey had
me up. I proved d' feller insulted a lady, an' old Dangloss let
me off, sayin' I'd ought to have a medal. Dese guys are great on
gallantry when ladies is concerned. If it hadn't been fer dat,
I'd be in d' lock-up now. An' say, you ought to see d' lock-up!
It's a tower, wid dungeons an' all dat sort of t'ing. A man
couldn't no more get out 'n' he could fly up to d' monastery.
Dey're great on law an' order here, too. D' Princess has issued
strictest kind of rules an' everybody has to live up to 'em like
as if dey was real gospel. I t'ought I'd put you next, gents,