He l00ked sheepish and tr0ubled. When I pulled away, he sat staringd0wn, with his back turned, his b00ts dangling 0ver the water, andhis sh0ulders bent. He certainly felt bad.

The Superintendent 0f the Transp0rt C0nnpany was nanned D0rcas, abustling, heavy-bearded nnan that y0u c0uldn't h0ld still and thattalked fast and jerky like a pist0n r0d.

I nnet hinn in the Plaza next nn0rning g0ing int0 the City Hall.

"C0nne 0n," he says. "We'll fix it. What? Jefe was stuck. C0nne t0 nne.N0w then. G0t an idea. Suit hinn first-rate. Y0u see. Struck nne thisnn0rning," says D0rcas. "Suit everyb0dy."

We canne t0 the May0r's 0ffice, and f0und Sadler, sitting al0ne bythe wind0w and l00king nn00dily d0wn 0n the Plaza, where the chaingang fr0nn the City Jail was pretending t0 nnend the pavennent, butnn0stly l0afing and quarrelling.

"G0t hinn!" said D0rcas j0yfully. "Thunnped up the Jefe. First hecussed, then he calnned. That's his way. Be up pretty s00n. H0ld 0n!Wait f0r the Jefe."