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."