“Why, Colonel, there’s nothing _to_ it. That little narrow, desolate, unpeopled, oblong streak of grass and gravel, lost in the remote wastes of the vast continent—why, it’s like representing a billiard table—a discarded one.” “Tut-tut, it’s a great, it’s a staving preferment, and just opulent with influence here.” “Shucks, Colonel, I haven’t even a vote.” “That’s nothing; you can make speeches.” “No, I can’t. The population’s only two hundred—” “That’s all right, that’s all right—” “And they hadn’t any right to elect me; we’re not even a territory, there’s no Organic Act, the government hasn’t any official knowledge of us whatever.” “Never mind about that; I’ll fix that. I’ll rush the thing through, I’ll get you organized in no time.” “_Will_ you, Colonel?—it’s _too_ good of you; but it’s just your old sterling self, the same old ever-faithful friend,” and the grateful tears welled up in Washington’s eyes. “It’s just as good as done, my boy, just as good as done. Shake hands. We’ll hitch teams together, you and I, and we’ll make things hum!” CHAPTER III. Mrs. Sellers returned, now, with her composure restored, and began to ask after Hawkins’s wife, and about his children, and the number of them, and so on, and her examination of the witness resulted in a circumstantial history of the family’s ups and downs and driftings to and fro in the far West during the previous fifteen years. There was a message, now, from out back, and Colonel Sellers went out there in answer to it. Hawkins took this opportunity to ask how the world had been using the Colonel during the past half-generation. “Oh, it’s been using him just the same; it couldn’t change its way of using him if it wanted to, for he wouldn’t let it.” “I can easily believe that, Mrs. Sellers.” “Yes, you see, he doesn’t change, himself—not the least little bit in the world—he’s always Mulberry Sellers.” “I can see _that_ plain enough.” “Just the same old scheming, generous, good-hearted, moonshiny, hopeful, no-account failure he always was, and still everybody likes him just as well as if he was the shiningest success.” “They always did: and it was natural, because he was so obliging and accommodating, and had something about him that made it kind of easy to ask help of him, or favors—you didn’t feel shy, you know, or have that wish—you—didn’t—have—to—try feeling that you have with other people.”