Twenty minutes later Honey Tone Boone picked up the cubes. The capital in his leather pocket book had dwindled to a pair of weak-looking dollar bills. He reached into his pocket, and his hand came forth clutching a rubber-banded cylinder of currency whose external unit was a yellow obligation wherein the United States Government promised to pay the bearer fifty dollars in gold coin, providing the Democrats overlooked that much. Honey Tone voiced his challenge. "Shoots a hund'ed dollahs. De big coin keeps de pikers out." The Wildcat batted his eyes, but rallied nobly and covered Honey Tone's bet with five twenties. "Roll 'em," he said huskily. Honey Tone, rolling 'em, neglected to advertise the fact that when he reached for his new stake he had switched the dice. "Seven. Shoots two hund'ed." "Talk to 'em, Honey Tone." One of the uplifter's admirers offered verbal encouragement. "Dey does de talkin'. Shower down, Wildcat. Shoots two hund'ed." The Wildcat hesitated. "Shower down," Honey Tone repeated. "You craves action. Git in de collar. Don't stan' theh poisoned on one foot, like de iron lady in de park." The Wildcat glanced about him. He saw several pairs of heavy lips curling in the bow of derision. He counted out a handful of greenbacks. "'At's two hund'ed," he said heavily. "Roll 'em." His neck itched. He sensed the impact of the axe. "How come I crazy?" The rolling dice halted. The class in addition announced that four and three made seven. "I mows de lettuce." Honey Tone picked up his winnings. "Shoots a hund'ed." The Wildcat audited his capital. "Sixty's all I got." "Shoots sixty." The Wildcat took a deep breath and held on to it until he read on the clicking cubes the final message of disaster. "Whuf! 'At's me." Honey Tone looked at his victim, and in the glance of triumph glowed the dull fire of accomplished revenge. "Dem bones says who is de Konk'rin' Hero. Dey knows." The Wildcat picked up the dice and looked them over carefully. "Dice, wuz clothes a nickel I'se nekked--an' you done it." Honey Tone reached for the dice. "How come?" he objected. "Dese dice knows so much Ah thought mebbe dey's educated." The uplifter was glad enough to ignore the remark in his effort to get the dice under cover. He switched the subject quickly to one which would not include an examination of his paraphernalia of chance. "I counts on you, Wilecat, to be colonel ob de parade." "Me?" The Wildcat sobered under the responsibility. "You be de walkin' colonel leadin' de Konk'rin' Heroes." "Whah at does you come in?" "I's de ridin' gin'ral whut leads." "Honey Tone, does you ride, I does. You an' me is 'quivalent, only I's mo' in dis Konk'rin' Hero business. All de konk'rin' you eveh done wuz leadin' de sleep squad o' else joyin' roun' in Bo'deaux. No suh! Does you ride, I does."