But it was not Confederate money. There was exposed to view a
neat package of United States treasury notes of large denomination,
brand-new and uncrumpled, just as they had come from the treasury
department.
Without hesitation, young Jenison counted off five hundred dollars.
Mrs. Braddock closed her eyes in pain as he laid the notes in her
husband's hand. Grinaldi turned away, suppressing the bitter
imprecation that rose to his lips.
"I'll tell those scoundrels that you haven't been near the show." He
did not count the money. He had counted it with greedy eyes as David
told off the bills in his nervous, clumsy fingers. "Now, you lay low.
Stick close to me. Don't let anybody see much of you till we're over
in Ohio. I'll guarantee to get you off safe. Don't you worry. Just lay
low. I'll find work for you to do. We're headed for Indiana and
Illinois. They'll never get you out there. By thunder! I've got an
idea, Joey, that girl of yours is right. You _do_ need a bit of
help. We'll make a clown of him. We'll have two clowns. How is that,
Mary?"
She did not reply. He looked away hastily.
"I couldn't be a clown," began David in consternation.
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