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Rolf turned to see the gigantic , angular form and kindly face of grizzly old Si Sylvanne and was still more surprised to hear him addressed `` senator . '' `` Yes , '' said the senator , `` one o ' them freak elections that sometimes hits right ; great luck for Albany , wa ` nt it ? '' `` Ho , '' said Quonab , shaking the senator 's hand , while Skookum looked puzzled and depressed . `` Now , remember , '' said the governor , addressing the Indian , the lad , and the senator , `` we expect you to dine tonight at the mansion ; seven o'clock . '' Then the terror of the dragon conventionality , that guards the gate and hovers over the feast , loomed up in Rolf 's imagination . He sought a private word with Van . `` I 'm afraid I have no fit clothes ; I sha n't know how to behave , '' he said .