Captain Jack's cook. When Honey Tone came closer Cuspidora
waved archly at the Supreme Organizer.

"Whut yo' say his name is?" The ponderous cook at Cuspidora's side
repeated her question.

The Lee lips answered absently. "Boone--Huntington Boone."

The cook swept the back of her hand across her eyes. "Boone! 'At's
him!" She turned to Cuspidora. "You aims to marry him, does you? Well,
marry him sudden. Ah aims to kill him. 'At niggah an' me married each
other two yeahs befo' he went to wah!"

The cook bellowed hoarsely once in the Supreme Organizer's direction.
"Honey Tone!" A shrill echo came from Cuspidora's lips. The Supreme
Organizer wilted from the deck of his mule. Without looking around, he
started for the entrance of the ball park, but before he had covered
half the distance he was overtaken by a furious tigress. Cuspidora Lee
had outdistanced Honey Tone's wife in her pursuit of the Organizer, and
to her went first blood. At Cuspidora Lee's hands Honey Tone took the
count just in time to get his chattering teeth full of his enraged
wife's crunching heels. "Stan' back, Cuspido'! Ah aims to tromple 'at
snake in de dust!"

Thereafter, for a space of minutes the massacre proceeded with
systematic fury. It ended only when the policeman unlimbered a wicked
sap and forcibly dragged the battling brunettes from their crumpled
victim.

"Git to hell away from that nigger," the officer yelled at the two
women. With the assistance of a hearty boost from the policeman, the
Supreme Organizer struggled to his feet.

"Lemme go--lemme go!" he gasped.

Wham! The two-foot swagger stick in the hand of the police officer
found its target. "Shut up, you mule-stealin' baboon. Come on here! You
git fifty years in jail if we don't lynch you!"

Honey Tone Boone, the uplifter, trailed along with the policeman.

The Wildcat, with his mascot goat close beside him in the shadows of
the entrance to the ball park, witnessed the consummation of his plans.
"Ah'll say I's de Supreem Gran' Arrangeh!" he exulted. "Grandes'
'rangeh whut is! Eve'ything sho' is 'ranged noble."

He tied a leading-string around the mascot's neck. "Come on heah, Lily.
Us fades befo' Honey Tone busts loose f'm de jail. Us rides de Fliah to
Chicago wid ol'Backslid. He's mah fren'. Le's go!"

CHAPTER IV

"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' h