"Ain't you know weegee—little boa'd whut points out is you or ain't you an' how come in de pas', present, an' future?"
"Sho! How de boa'd know?"
"Spirits. Man whut sells de boa'ds runs de spirits."
"Is you tryin' to plague me?"
"You come heah Wensday night an' see is I."
The Wildcat returned to Captain Jack's residence. "Sho' is gran' to git home," he reflected. "Parades, weegee pa'ties—fust thing I knows Ah'll be claimed by de church sociables. Sho' beats France. Stays heah an' works fo' ol' Cap'n Jack, eats me heavy, raises Lily, 'filiates at de barber shop wid de boys. Sho' beats de A.E.F. wah bizness."
His daydreaming was interrupted by Captain Jack's commanding voice.
"Wildcat, come here."
"Cap'n, yessuh."
"I'm going away for three months," Captain Jack abruptly announced. Then he added: "Keep your eye on things."