"Sure you can," interrupted the boss. "It's as easy as fallin' off a
log. Joey can tell you all the tricks. He's the best in the world,
Joey Grinaldi is. That's what I've got him for. We've got the best
show in the world, too. Barnum ain't in the same class with us.
Forepaugh and Van Amberg? They are second rate aggre--But, say, I'd
better go out and steer those fellows away." He started off, but
stopped suddenly as if struck by a serious doubt.
"Perhaps you'd better let me take the rest of that money and put it in
the safe in the ticket-wagon," he said encouragingly. "It's likely to
be nipped by some of these crooks that follow the show. 'T ain't safe
with you, let me tell you that."
"No!" cried his wife, her voice shrill with decision.
Braddock did not insist. He was too wise for that.
"Well, if it's stolen, don't blame me," he said. "Remember, I told you
so. I don't give a damn personally. It's your money, kid."
"I reckon I'll keep it," said David, suddenly acute. He began wrapping
the string around the broken package, which he had kept sacredly
inviolate for so long. "I'll stay with the show and do anything I can,
if you'll only help me to get away.
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