1.
A little late at the Sutter Street lunch counter by reason of his added
responsibilities at the dock, the Wildcat had found his friend Trombone
impatiently awaiting him.
"Wilecat, does us miss de meetin' Ah loses a hund'ed dollahs. Grab yo'
vittles an' eat on de run!"
"Whut time is you due at de Temple?"
"De meetin' done stahted a houah back--'less us gits dah in fifteen
minnits de do's closed."
"Trombone, us has plenty ob time. Ah 'sorbs mah nutriment in five
minnits--'at leaves ten fo' de trip. Ain't et me nothin' all day,
'ceptin' breakfus' an' some san'wiches at noon time. Sho' been busy
loadin' de ol' _Empire_ fo' N'Awl'uns. Dey made me de gang boss--I'se
got mo' niggers dan ol' cunnel had in de Fust Service Battalion. Sho'
is busy. Niggers craves to mope--ah un-craves 'em like de Lootenant
used to--gits 'em all laffin' so ha'd dey forgits de wuk. Fo' long dey
ain't no mo' w'uk, an' eve'ybody feels noble. Dat's all de talk--heah's
mah ham, sizzlin' in de gravy.... Stan' up heah, Lily; eat dese lettuce
greens."
The Wildcat did an hour's eating in three minutes. "Whuf--ol' rations
sho' tastes noble. Whah at's yo' soopreem ol' leadeh whut pays out de
money? Ah craves to 'vest some mahse'f. Tonight I has money. Las' week
me an' Lily was bust. Le's go!"
Ten minutes later Trombone and the Wildcat, leading Lily, were at the
outer door of the Temple of Luck. There followed the ritual business of
three knocks and the ceremony of admittance.
2.
Honey Tone saw the Wildcat one second before that individual saw the
Soopreem paymaster. One second was enough for Honey Tone. In his brain
was born a scheme whereby the heavy mantle of leadership, including the
ponderous pyramid of financial obligations, might be shifted to the
Wildcat's shoulders. He got up from his throne at the paytable and
plowed his way toward the Wildcat. He held out the hand of fellowship.
"Wilecat, how is you? How is de Worshupful Potentate f'm de distant
lan'?"
"Honey Tone! Honey Tone Boone! How come you heah?"
Honey Tone took the Wildcat by the arm. "Brothehs, in de humble yaller
raiment of a plain nigger de long-looked-fo' Barzil Leadeh has come to
'scort you all to de promis' lan'."
He half dragged the Wildcat to a little room opening off the larger
hall, and thereafter for five minutes Honey Tone used some private
eloquence on his old-time acquaintance. The Soopreem Leader took pains
to omit the detail covering the four-thousand-dollar obligation that
went with the job. Finally the Wildcat weakened. "Sho' sounds noble,
Honey Tone. Tell me de res'."
"You is de head boss ob de New Worl' Af'ican Colony, an' weahs de
robes," Honey Tone concluded. "You is Temp'rary Soopreem Leadeh ob de
Temple whilst I 'tends to some private business a sho't ways out ob
town. When de Barzil Colony is runnin' you gits de job ob Soopreem
King. All you does now is keep yo' mouth shut an' look soopreem. Dis
steamboatin' you says you is 'gaged in comes in handy. You tells de
membehs at de propeh time dat you is loadin' de boat fo' de Barzil
Colony."
Honey Tone left his convert and prepared the way for the transition
with the assembled audience.
Half way through his discourse he was interrupted by Trombone Pike, who
craved to get his hundred dollars before the flight of Honey Tone's
imagination lifted the soopreem one above paltry things like financial
obligations. Honey Tone paid him with three quick movements--a dig for
the roll, an outstretching of a handful of cash, and the grip of
eternal brotherhood. "'At's dat. Dah you is."
Meanwhile the Wildcat's languid brain had stumbled over an idea as big
as a church. "Ah leads de brethren to de dock--an' gits twenty dollahs
fo' every man!" When Honey Tone returned, the Wildcat eagerly succumbed
to the role imposed on him. "Sho' kin, Honey Tone. Sho' glad to be
Temp'rary Soopreem Leadeh. Ah learns dese brethren de steamboat
bizness. Sho' glad to show 'em all I knows an' git 'em stahted."
"Wait heah till I 'suades 'em to let you handle everything." Honey Tone
left the Wildcat alone for the second time and made a further
announcement to the brethren. "De Wo'shipful Temp'rary Soopreem Leadeh
suggests, wid de high knowledge he has fo' suggestin', dat if he has de
treasury department in his han's de payments on 'vestments will
increase up to fo' to one. Dat alone shows you whut a big man he is.
Nex' week he pays you all yo' 'vestments, intres' at a hund'ed per
cent, a bonus ob de same amount, an' a special dividend equal to one
an' all. Ah hereby 'spectfully resigns de robes ob office, an' names a
'nishiation c'mmittee ob twelve brothehs to 'dorn de new Soopreem
Temp'rary Leadeh wid de raiment of his rank."
Honey Tone returned to the Wildcat. "You's been 'lected unan'mous. De
'nitiation cer'monies is ready. You gits de Gran' Degree right away.
Heah's de treasury. Ain't no bills due--yet. Don't owe nuthin'."
Honey Tone split his roll, being burdened with the rudiments of the
principle of safety first. He shoved the money at the Wildcat and
hurried the candidate to the door before the victim had a chance to
count the cash.
There followed an impromptu initiation ceremony, interrupted but once
by Lily's bleating, after which the Wildcat realized that he was the
head of something that he knew mighty little about. He looked around
for Honey Tone, seeking the moral support that might derive from the
presence of his old friend and enemy.
Honey Tone had explained himself loose from his guards. Honey Tone was
gone.
The Wildcat fumbled around with some oversized words, and then the real
object of his speech came to him. "Dese niggers means twenty dollahs
apiece--on de dock." He launched into a wild description of the New
World African Colony. He pictured a life of ease in which each charter
member of the colony who believed in heaven would be reluctant to trade
heaven for a stevedore's career. He added the time phrase which was the
essence of the whole affair. "You meets me heah tomorr' mawnin' at six
o'clock. Ah leads you to de boat whah you sees how fas' kin' you git de
freight aboa'd. So as yo' gits de wages yo' labour is worthy ob, like
de Bible says, I 'ranges dat ev'y man gits ten dollahs a day an' grub."
3.
Before the light of dawn began to chase the San Francisco fogs up the
bay the charter members of the New World African Colony began to
assemble at the gates of the Temple. When the Wildcat appeared at six
o'clock he was greeted by more than two hundred worthy brethren, all of
whom craved to learn the boat-loading business at ten dollars a day. He
marched his gang to the Embarcadero, yelling orders in a manner that
made some of the veterans of the A.E.F. homesick.
"Silence in de ranks!" The clamour subsided. "When Ah columns you lef',
head fo' de big buildin'!" The big building was the entrance to the
pier against which, eating charter money faster than the banks could
loan it and hungry for her sixteen thousand tons of mixed freight, lay
the _Empire_.
At half past seven the Wildcat reported to the pier foreman at the
office in the end of the long building. "Cap'n, suh, heah's more'n two
hund'ed twenty-dollah niggers. How much does dat come to, suh?"
The pier foreman ran his eye over the crowd without answering. He
disappeared into the office, where he spoke quickly to his clerk. "Cut
all the labour-grabbers off the payroll. Call 'em in. Here's more men
than I've seen in a year."
Outside there began the brief business of distributing the new supply
of much-needed labour. This accomplished, the Wildcat came in for his
share of attention. "We can use another gang like this. Can you get 'em
by tomorrow?"
"Cap'n, suh, Ah gits fo' times dis many does you crave 'em. When does
Ah git de money?"
Fifteen minutes later the Wildcat received a piece of blue paper.
"Cap'n, suh, Ah cain't read whut de papeh says. Kin you read fo' me,
please, suh?"
"That's a check for four thousand and eighty dollars--two hundred and
four men at twenty a throw."
"Lawd gawd, Lady Luck, you sho' showered down dis time!" The Wildcat's
brain could surround the eighty-dollar part, but the four-thousand end
was something not yet real. He stowed the check in his pocket with the
fragment of the treasury roll of the Temple of Luck.
On Saturday, unable to restrain his anxiety to see what so much money
looked like, he persuaded the pier foreman to send the clerk to the
bank to get the check cashed. The cash was handed to the Wildcat. He
stowed it away in various pockets of the yaller suit. "Ol' money sticks
out like a stole chicken. Neveh did see so much money."
That night, under the stress of prosperity, the Wildcat quit an hour
early. He drifted to the Temple of Luck, intending to sit easy and
smoke a cigar and talk big talk to the evening assembly of brethren.
Two or three of Honey Tone's former guardians were busy loafing at the
Temple when the Wildcat arrived. After a period of silence, following
the salutations appropriate for the Soopreem Leader, a deppity led up
to the matter of meeting the financial obligations which fell due that
evening. "Ah figgehs, Soopreem, dat dey's somethin' like fo' thousan'
dollahs to be paid out tonight. Sho' is a lot o' money."
The Wildcat was interested. "Fo' thousan'? Whah at is de money comin'
f'm?"
Five anxious brethren sat up. It was all right for the Soopreem Leadeh
to enjoy himself on whatever subject pleased him, as long as there were
no personal dollar signs attached to the subject.
"You knows whah it comes f'm. You's jokin', Soopreem! Go 'long wid yo'
talk. 'Scuse me fo' speakin' so familiah, but de money question sho' is
in de fust rank. Specially since you pays fo' to one. De Pas' Soopreem
Leadeh strained hisse'f to pay th'ee fo' one."
In the course of the next five minutes the Wildcat's eyes were opened
concerning the generous ease with which Honey Tone had relinquished
what appeared to be a position of prominence second to none for social
and political status. He sought to make his escape, only to discover
the same restraint which had defeated Honey Tone's plans of flight.
"Come easy--go easy." The Wildcat surrendered to the clutch of
circumstance. He felt the diminishing weight of the four thousand
dollars. "Ah kep' it a week--dat's longeh den Ah eveh had such big
money befo'! Now Ah has to buy mahse'f free wid it, 'stead ob usin' it
fo' rations an' sech. Doggone! Whah at is Lady Luck?"
The hour for the meeting came. The Wildcat adorned himself with his
soopreem robes. He cut a long end from the yaller sash and tied it
around the mascot's stomach. "Heah, goat, doggone you. Git ca'm. Stan'
still till Ah adorns yo' wid de soopreem belly band. See kin you make
Lady Luck heah you. Dat woman sho' fo'got mah name."
"Blaaa!" Festooned with the yellow sash, Lily did the best she could to
make Lady Luck respond, but Lady Luck was deaf.
Lady Luck was A.W.O.L. Thereafter for an hour the Wildcat sat at the
Soopreem table, watching his stack of greenbacks melt out before him on
four-to-one obligations incurred by the absent Honey Tone.
For a while, with every disappearing dollar, the Wildcat mentally
showered the absent Honey Tone with epithets picked up during
overstressed moments of an active life. Then to the Temp'rary Soopreem
Leader's mind there came a faint resolve to try the ultimate arrow of
his pack in an effort to reclaim his melting money. "De clickers!"
At the conclusion of his misery he made an announcement covering the
programme of an attempt to defeat the evil which had run him down.
He stood up on the chair where he had been sitting. "Brethren, befo' us
gits too deep into de evenin' us devotes a social hour to Lady Luck.
Count off into squads, dig deep in yo' raiment fo' ammunition an' de
clickin' weapons, den for'd march--into de battle whah de top sides
means vick'ry o' else de grave-diggin' squad! Afteh de squad leadehs
decides who is de bes' man, as yo' Soopreem Leadeh I claims de
priv'lege o' meetin' de victors on de clickin' fiel' of battle. Dat's
all. Git faded an' shoot fas'."
A battle royal. Thereafter for half an hour the air was thick with
prayer. Presently most of the four thousand had been prayed into the
hands of half a dozen squad leaders.
Then the Wildcat spoke. "Winners! Lady Luck sho' smiled down on you.
Now your Soopreem Leadeh makes 'at woman laff at you. Stan' by me,
Lily!"
The mascot goat bleated her message of encouragement. Spectators
rallied around. Out of his left shoe the Wildcat hauled his personal
weapons. On the floor before him he cast the last fragment of his
four-thousand-dollar roll. In the narrow circle of victors exploded his
point-blank challenge.
"Shoots a hund'ed! Shower down. Ah craves action!
"You neveh kin tell till de gallopers stop
Whut de numbehs reads dat lays on top.
Comin' out a top side seven or 'leven
Is Wilecat talk fo' a payday heaven.
Seven's a winner when it shows up fust,
But afteh yo' point a seven means bust.
Comin' out fust wid a dooce, twelve, o' trey
Is jes' like throwin' yo' money away,
'Cept you keeps de dice an' stahts once mo'
By layin' yo' money on de gam'lin' flo'.
Suppose you releases a fo', six, eight,
You tries yo' bes' to duplicate.
De same hol's true fo' a five, nine, ten,
But a seven's boun' to git you now an' then.
As I said befo' does a seven come fust
Befo' you makes yo' point, it means you's bust."
In fifteen minutes six ex-victors had joined the circle of innocent
bystanders and were hunting for phrases to explain to themselves just
how it happened. The Wildcat, stowing away the incoming money with his
left hand, swept his victorious right high above his head. In his moist
palm nestled his pussonal dice.
"I lets it lay. Shoots it all!"
"Ain't got dat much." The last man was suffering from reduced
circumstances.
"How much is you? Shoots de fifty! I'se faded. Gallopers, stan' by me!
Stay soopreem. Bam! An' I reads, six-ace. Deppity--you's done!"
The Wildcat, perspiring copiously in his official robes of supremacy,
got to his feet. He parked the gallopers in his inside pocket. He
reached for Lily's leading string. "Brethren--me an' Lily stahted
soopreem when we come heah. Dat's de way we finishes. I bids you--good
night!"
4.
With Lily at his heels, the favourite of Lady Luck made his way into
the midnight fog which lay above the city. He walked to Market Street,
and at the ferry building he headed down the Embarcadero toward the
pier where the _Empire_ was loading. In the deep shadows cast by a post
in the long pier he removed his trailing robe. He rolled his insignia
under his arm. Under the arc lights along the pier the men of the night
shift were rustling the last of the freight to the _Empire's_ side.
With Lily at his heels, the Wildcat went aboard the ship. The officer
on watch recognized him. "What you doin' out so late, boy? Thought you
run the day shift?"
"Cap'n,--yessuh,--I does. Me an' Lily was projectin' roun' some. Us
ain't got no place to go."
The Wildcat lingered on this last statement. "No place to go." Then he
summoned courage enough to voice a request which expressed a longing
that had developed since he had first known the _Empire's_ destination.
"Cap'n, suh," he said slowly, "kin me an' Lily ride wid you to New
Awl'uns?--Us craves to git south."
"I'll say you can. We need about nine good waiters for the trip."
"Cap'n, suh, dat's me! When us starts I'se de same as nine."
"You're hired. Sign on tomorrow."
In his eagerness the Wildcat jerked heavily at Lily's leading string.
"Come on heah, goat, le's git down in de ol' boat's cellar whah de
kitchen is an' git to work. Say you's 'bliged to de cap'n."
"Blaaa!" Lily voiced her gratitude.
On the third deck down, the Wildcat tied Lily to a stanchion. He threw
his official costume on the deck in front of the mascot goat.
"See kin you eat dis soopreem raiment. Us is done bein' soopreem. Hot
dam! New Awl'uns boun'! Den Memphis--dat's home!"
The Wildcat felt the thick packages of bank notes in the inside pockets
of his yaller suit. "Sho' big money. Money--dis time stan' by me."
"I kin ride a steamboat--I don' pay no fare,
I kin ride a steamboat--anywhere.
Dat's de reason I'se as happy as a bee,
Me an' Lily's Memphis boun'--Memphis, Ten-o-see."