turned to a group of human beings whose sole common characteristic
was their colour and the colour of the sashes which were tied about
them. "Whut outfit is you boys?"

"Us is de Committee ob Culled Democrats."

"How come they let you out ob jail? Fall in behin' de lunch wagon.
'At's whah you gin'lly is."

The drum-bamming giant took his place opposite the Wildcat. The Wildcat
turned to the Supreme Organizer of the Culled Militarriers of America.
"Git abo'ad 'at steed, Honey Tone," he said.

Honey Tone clambered on to the mule with the assistance of a pair of
agile bystanders. The Wildcat closed his eyes and lifted his head high
in the air. "Company, 'tenshun!" He turned to the drum-bammer opposite
him. "Le-e-t's go!"

"Bam!" The crash inside the bass drum found a deafening echo in a blare
of exploding horns and cornets. Lily shied close beside her master.
Honey Tone's mule drooped a languid ear over a bulging eyeball as if to
shut out a vision of impending disaster, and then, at the second note
from the bass drum, the mule leaped into a wild gallop. Before the
marchers had covered a hundred feet Honey Tone and his jug-head mount
had passed the fire hall three blocks down the street.

The parade marched steadily toward the ball park. Ten minutes later
Honey Tone and the mule clattered past the parade. "Ol' mule sho'
steers noble, but he kain't stop," the Wildcat announced to the
drum-bammer opposite him.

On Honey Tone's third visit the Wildcat called loudly to him. "Head 'at
mule roun' nex' time an' back him in de ball park." The Supreme
Organizer's reply was lost in a clatter of hoofs.

2.

At the ball park the parade waited for the intermittent uplifter. As
Honey Tone galloped past the head of the column he did a Brodie and
landed breathless against the big bass drum. "Boom!"

"Whuf!" he said. "Ketch dat mule!" The hero blood pulsed strong in the
veins of the Knights with the Red Pants. They rallied to the rescue.
The organization deployed, and presently the big night-braying mule was
again delivered into Honey Tone's reluctant hands.

"Wait till Ah 'ranges 'at steed." The Wildcat loosened the saddle
girth. Unseen by Honey Tone, he removed a small horseshoe from between
the saddle blanket and the mule's epidermis. "Sho' brings de luck. Some
boy got de luck hunch figgered wrong. Git aboa'd, Honey Tone.--Blanket
got wrinkled. He done ca'm down now. Ah knows him. Git aboa'd an' lead
de parade into de ba