Surrounded by an escort of Potent Nobles of the Mysterious Mecca, the Wildcat marched from the portals of the Chicago police station, headed for a west-bound train wherein he aimed to do the best he could in the rôle of porter for his carload of nobles.
At the train gates the party was delayed five minutes to permit the entrance of a motley crew of manacled aliens.
"How come them boys festooned with so much jinglin' hardware?"
One of the Potent Nobles made reply.
"Bad actors."
"Cap'n, suh, who's dat black boy wid de straight hair and his head tied up in de white rag?"
"Hindoo."
"Some boy sho' must ob busted his head open, to need tyin' up so bad."
Following the line of undesirables headed away from the land of the free, Lily, the Wildcat, and the Potent Nobles filtered through the gates into the train shed. They made their way down a long string of coaches, arriving finally at the Mazeppa.
"Here's the car."