"You ramblin' wreck, come back heah befo' Ah makes a rug out ob yo' skin."
He returned Lily to her jail and proceeded to deliver the second pillow to the owner of the alcohol snorts. In common with the rest of the occupants of the car, that individual voiced his curiosity concerning the animated mascot.
"Son, who owns the goat?"
"Cap'n, suh, Ah owns him now, but some slaughter house man gwine to git him 'less he ca'ms down."
"What'll you take for him?"
The Wildcat suddenly remembered his financial status. Hard money at the moment made a strong appeal.
"Cap'n, suh, you means you craves to buy 'at goat?"
In the mind of the Potent Noble of the Mysterious Mecca had bloomed a Great Idea, wherein the galloping Lily would provide entertainment in carload lots for the Convention-bound brethren of the Conclave.
"Some days Ah'd sell 'at goat fo' a thin dime. Otheh days Ah'd give a boy a hund'ed dollahs for killin' him."
"What'll you take for him cash down, f.o.b. Lower 7, car Mazeppa?"