country, and I can't dash about creating international issues
every time an American gets locked up for disorderly conduct. How
long do you think I'd last with these people if I did that?"

"Are you really afraid to do anything?" Kirk inquired, slowly. "Or
is it because of our row?"

"Oh, there's nothing personal about it! I can't afford personal
feelings in my position. Really, I don't see where you're so much
abused. You assaulted a government officer and resisted arrest. If
you got hurt it's your own fault. Of course I'll see that you have
a fair trial."

The commandant spoke up with ingratiating politeness: "The
prisoner say he is reech man's son. Now, of course, it is too bad
he is injure' wit' the clob of the policeman; but those officer is
ver' polite, senor, and if he is explain biffore--"

Weeks snorted indignantly. "He gave you that fairy tale, eh? He
said his name was Anthony and his father was a railroad president,
didn't he? Well, he imposed on me, too, but his name is Locke,
and, as near as I can learn, he practically stowed away on the
SANTA CRUZ."

"Ah-h!" The officer's eyes widened as he turned them upon his
prisoner. "He is then a w'at you call tramp."

"All I know is, he stuck me for a lot of bills. I'll have to see
that he gets fair treatment, I suppose, because he's an American,
but that ends my duty."