The fiat went forth; the _jefe politico_ appeared, puffing and blowing, and wildly excited.

He was closeted a moment with the governor.

On his reappearance, we greeted him cordially, and told him that the people present would not be measured and indicated one particularly stubborn subject, who was dealt with, promptly, and without gloves.

The _jefe_ remained long enough to reestablish order, though, under his breath, he muttered curses and threats, and expressed his feeling to any official, who chanced to pass.
He said the business was driving him clean crazy; that he was doing what he did, not for love of us, but from respect to the orders of his chief.
Having set the ball to rolling, he left us and there were no more delays.
When the labor of the day was over, we stopped at the _jefe's_ office to inform him that we should continue work the following day, and emphasized the fact that we wished one hundred cases, and, as yet, had less than half that number.

We suggested that systematic arrangements would not only facilitate _our_ labor, but would lessen his own task.
The result was evident; on the following day delegations, ordered by the _jefe_, and consisting of from six to a dozen persons each, began to come in from the outlying villages.