"Whuf! 'At's me." Honey Tone looked at his victim, and in the glance of triumph glowed the dull fire of accomplished revenge.
"Dem bones says who is de Konk'rin' Hero. Dey knows."
The Wildcat picked up the dice and looked them over carefully. "Dice, wuz clothes a nickel I'se nekked—an' you done it."
Honey Tone reached for the dice. "How come?" he objected.
"Dese dice knows so much Ah thought mebbe dey's educated."
The uplifter was glad enough to ignore the remark in his effort to get the dice under cover. He switched the subject quickly to one which would not include an examination of his paraphernalia of chance. "I counts on you, Wilecat, to be colonel ob de parade."
"Me?" The Wildcat sobered under the responsibility.
"You be de walkin' colonel leadin' de Konk'rin' Heroes."
"Whah at does you come in?"
"I's de ridin' gin'ral whut leads."