"Memphis, let me miss you! Feet, see kin you trod de good-bye jazz!
Lily, le's go! Git in step! C'm on heah befo' Ah jerks yo' head loose
f'm yo' horns."
Lily lagged. No guilty conscience impelled the mascot goat. In addition
to this, lacking mental momentum, her progress was considerably impeded
by a parade uniform consisting of an O.D. army shirt which dangled
loosely about her forelegs.
Half a block down the street Lily's parade raiment slipped. Her hobbles
tripped her. The galloping Wildcat felt an added drag on the leading
string. He glanced backward in his flight.
"Goat, how come you lose the cadence? Doggone you, see kin you skid
till you gits in step."
Lily bought the next fifty yards with an expenditure of some epidermis
and two ounces of goat hair.
She regained her feet, staggering under a ponderous ambition for
revenge. Forty feet from the Calhoun Street curb she took careful aim
at the Wildcat and stepped on the accelerator. The Wildcat coasted into
Calhoun Street with his parade-leading Prince Albert flapping straight
out behind him. He skidded over the curb in a pose which cost his army
pants half of their seating capacity.
Inertia claimed him. He rolled his head slowly over his shoulder and
gazed in bewilderment upon his prancing Nemesis.
"Lily, at ease!" The goat ambled up beside him. "At res'!"
The Wildcat grabbed for the mascot's leading string. "You an' me
declares peace. Ah done wrong when Ah drug you, but now see kin you
ramble. Ah craves to reach de Chicago Fliah whah at de ol' Backslid
Baptis' is porter, so us kin leave town without leadin' no mob."
"Blaa!" Lily answered in forgiveness.
About the mascot's chest the Wildcat adjusted the O.D. shirt with its
three service stripes. He tilted the little overseas cap which Lily
wore to a rakish angle between the mascot's horns.
With Lily clicking along at the Wildcat's heels, the pair entered the
portals of the Grand Central Station.
The Wildcat accosted a Red Cap of his own colour. "Whah at kin I find
de Backslid Baptist whut takes care o' de white gen'men on de Chicago
Fliah 'at leaves at 2:40?"
"I knows 'at boy dey calls Backslid, but dey ain't no Fliah leavin' at
2:40. 'At boy runs Pullman on de Panama Limited, leavin' heah at 10:10
tonight. Ol' Backslid neveh shows up till half-past nine to take his
cah out."
Confronted by seven intervening hours of life in Memphis, which might
include the release of Honey Tone Boone, whose temporary confinement in
the jail had just been accomplished, the Wildcat's ambition flopped.
His sole desire for the moment was for a high-grade segment of
camouflage or the sanctuary of a close-fitting black cave.
"Whah at kin me an' Lily hide out till mah fren' Backslid shows up?"
The Red Cap looked at him. "What you done--outrun a bullet f'm some
white man's gun, o' mebbe busted jail?"
The Wildcat's skin shrank a size or two at the mention of jail. "I
ain't done nuthin'. Fo'git dem jail words. All I got is business in
Chicago, an' I aims to ride wid de Baptist."
The Red Cap came to realize that the Wildcat sought to avoid publicity.
"I knows a place whah you kin crawl undah a five-dollah bill an' hide."
"Whah at's de place?"
"Whah at's de five-dollah bill?"
The Wildcat produced the greenback. The Red Cap took it.
"C'm on heah wid me." He led the Wildcat and Lily to the rooms where
Red Caps shifted from their civilian raiment to the uniform of their
calling.
"Nobody but us boys neveh comes heah. Ah'll pass de word to de Backslid
Baptis' to hunt you up when he 'rives f'm uptown tonight."
Until nine o'clock that night the Wildcat and Lily lay under cover.
Shortly after nine o'clock the Backslid Baptist arrived at the station
to board his Pullman, which would be cut into the Panama Limited.
He encountered the Wildcat in the latter's retreat.
"How come? When Ah seed you dis aftehnoon you an' Lily wuz in de
parade-leadin' business, followin' Honey Tone Boone on de mule."
"Us changed since den, Backslid. Ol' Honey Tone done unconsecrate
hisself f'm de parade-leadin' mule."
"Whah at is he now?"
"Safe in jail, whah at Cuspido' Lee an' de otheh wild woman kain't
claim de remains. Whut time does us leave?"
"How come de 'us'?"
"I craves to furlough mahself loose f'm Memphis fo' a while. Does ol'
Honey Tone git free mebbe he uprises agin' me."
"C'm on.... Us is due out at 10:10."
Before the Backslid Baptist was into his uniform a boy brought an order
slip to him. He read it and handed it to the Wildcat.
The Wildcat looked at the paper.
"You knows Ah kain't read, Backslid. What 'at paper say?"
"Ah switches to a N'O'leans cah--de Mazeppa. Otheh boy's sick."
"How come he sick?"
"Some boys gits sick so as to miss Ol' Man Trouble. Might have made a
cleanin' wid de bones. Might crave to meet up wid some fren's in
Memphis. Kain't say how come. Us finishes de boy's run. Come on!"
The Backslid Baptist led the way to the platform in the long train
shed. "Don't know kin I deadhead 'at goat."
"Sho' kin, Baptist. 'At mascot don't take up no room. 'At goat traveled
f'm N'Yawk to San F'mcisco in de vegetable bin on a dinin' cah. Lily
ain't no rampager."
When the Panama Limited roared into the train shed Lily cringed against
the Wildcat's legs. "Stan' up theh! How come you scared at de ol'
train?"
Followed by the Wildcat and Lily, the Backslid Baptist sought his car.
"Whah at's de Mazeppa?" he asked the first porter whom he encountered.
"Hello, Backslid. Is you runnin' Mazeppa?"
"Aims to."
"Menagerie cah."
"How come?"
"Dogdest cahload ob folks Ah evah see. Wait till mawnin' an' you sees
yo' passengers. 'At's de ol' battleship, five cahs back."
The Wildcat and Lily, in the wake of the Backslid Baptist, presently
boarded the Mazeppa.
Once inside the car, the porter sniffed heavily. "Gin trip. Thank de
Lawd ain't no kids. Don't smell no bananas. Lis'sen. Heah dat boy
snore?"
"Snores lak he's chokin' to death."
"Ain't chokin'. 'At's a fat boy wid de alcohol snorts."
The Backslid Baptist sniffed again. "Sho' is."
"Is what?"
"Chorus girl lady, o' mebbe one ob dem movin' picture ladies."
"Ah'll say you does."
"Does what?"
"Sees an' heahs wid yo' nose. Did anybody bust you in de beak dey'd
knock you deaf an' blind."
"Wilecat, Ah run Pullman ten yeahs--boy sho' gits deprived ob a lot ob
ignorance in dat time. Sho' gits so he knows de folks on his cah quick.
Gits to be a reg'lah mind readeh."
The Wildcat looked at the Backslid Baptist. "Whut dat fat boy wid de
alcohol snorts thinkin' about?"
The mind-reading porter looked at the Wildcat. A slow smile cut a red
gash in his face.
"Same as you--de half bottle whut's left."
"Ah'll say you's a mind reader. Read an' see does de half bottle need a
guardeen."
"Fo'get dat guardeen business. Tomorrow mawin' he gives it to you does
you crave it. 'At boy wouldn't look cross-eyed at you in town, but when
you weahs de unifawm mos' likely does you crave a dram o' his liquor he
be proud to give it to you. When him an' de headache wakes up
tomorrow--"
Zing! From above the Wildcat's head an electric bell rang with the
suddenness of a striking rattlesnake.
"Whut dat?"
"Ca'm yo'sef. Some passengeh ringin' fo' de porteh. Store dat goat in
heah befo' de ol' train conductor comes th'oo."
The Backslid Baptist opened the door of the linen closet. Lily the
mascot was ushered into the dark cave beneath the shelves.
"Lily, at res'! See kin you sleep whilst Ah learns de porter business."
The Wildcat began to absorb the free ice-water.
Zing! The annunciator rang again with an impatient note.
"Put dis white coat on you whilst I sees who wants whut." The Backslid
Baptist handed the Wildcat a white linen coat. The Wildcat removed his
long parade-leading Prince Albert with the red plush sash and the
yellow epaulets and donned the white jacket.
The Backslid Baptist returned from the far end of the car. "Fat boy in
Loweh 7 wid de alcohol snorts craves ice-wateh. Fill a papeh cup an'
carry it back to him."
The Wildcat filled a paper cup with ice-water and started down the
aisle of the car. He returned presently.
"Kain't find whah at is 'at boy."
"You looks till you sees '7' on de curtains. 'At's whah he is."
The Wildcat essayed a second attempt with his life-saving ice-water. He
had proceeded half the length of the car when, above the muffled
rattles and creaks of its fabric, there lifted a wild shrieking
laughter.
The paper cup in the Wildcat's clutching hand was crushed flat. From
the cup there gushed a geyser of ice-water straight for the parted
curtains of Lower 7.