The Wildcat had no difficulty finding a dozen good reasons for his present embarrassment. He addressed a police officer near by.
"Cap'n suh, whut fo' is me an' Lily sequestered heah in de jail?"
Before the policeman could answer, the march of events made reply. Through the swinging doors of the station filed a dozen strange looking men. These men wore baggy red trousers, and on each man's head was the red fez which marked him as being a Potent Noble of the Mysterious Mecca.
They descended upon the Wildcat. "Come on here, boy. Bring that goat. You and the mascot are due out on our special train twenty minutes from now. Here's your orders from the Pullman Company. You're on the payroll, and so is the mascot goat."
"Cap'n, suh, you means me an' Lily is headed west wid de red fezant gen'men?"
"That's it."
"Hot dam! Lily, 'tenshun! Lady Luck, how come I doubt you?"
CHAPTER IX
The Wildcat expanded in the sunlight of Lady Luck's smile.
"Lady Luck, how come I doubt you? Police folks, good-bye. Lily, 'tenshun! Come on heah. Us is a Pullman poteh. Ah craves mah rest. Le's go."