The week following, however, Rourke succeeded in getting a license to give an exhibition at the Academy of Music, and on that occasion Ben made his appearance, winding up the show by a bout with Rourke. The latter proved to be a clever boxer, and the set-to was an interesting one. Why the Mayor of Pittsburg should have refused to grant Hogan a license, does not make itself wholly apparent. He may have been influenced by others, although it is at least certain that he entertained no very friendly feelings toward Ben. This was shown on numerous occasions, when the Mayor had an opportunity to molest or annoy Hogan. Ben called upon the official, and spoke his mind pretty freely. "You have no right," he said, "to refuse me a license. I have done nothing out of the way here, as you very well know, and I am trying simply to make an honest living. You may be the Mayor of Pittsburg, but you are not king any more than I am. You are a common citizen, with the same rights as others. It may be well for you to keep that fact in mind!" Some hot words followed on both sides, and the result of the whole thing was, that the Mayor soon after had Ben arrested and locked up--for what offense it would have been exceedingly difficult to tell. In the same cell with Ben were a couple of strangers, with whom he naturally fell into conversation. "What are you in for?" he asked. "Don't know!" was the rejoinder. "What are you in for?" "Don't know!" answered Ben. "Well, what sort of a man is this Mayor, anyway?" "If you want my private opinion of him," replied Ben, "I can give it to you in a very few words. He is an ignorant bull-head, and no more fit to be Mayor of the city than a lamp-post. He might do for sweeper in the office, but that's all. Before he was elected Mayor, he was a useful citizen in a humble sphere; now he is noted for his severity." Right in the midst of this conversation, the Mayor himself made his appearance at the cell door. "So, ho!" he said, "I've got you now!" "The h---- you have!" answered Ben. "Yes, sir, I've got you!" repeated the Mayor, swelling with official dignity; "and I mean to make it very warm for you." "What have I ever done," asked Ben, "that you should seek to persecute me in this manner? Have I ever been drunk or disorderly?" "No," interrupted the Mayor; "you're a good deal too sharp to get drunk." "Then I should like to know what I have done to justify my being locked up. The only harm I have done in Pittsburg is the harm I have done myself by spending fifty thousand dollars, more or less, at your faro banks and bar-rooms. If I had the money back now, you can rest assured that I wouldn't put it in circulation in this town."