Somehow his heart swelled with a strange new emotion: he
could not have ascribed it to joy, or to self-pity, or to gratitude.
It was something new and pleasant and warm; a glow, a light, an
uplifting. This sweet, wonderfully pretty girl was his friend! She
believed in him.
"No, dear," replied Mrs. Braddock, lowering her eyes in sudden
humiliation.
The attendant was speaking. "Mr. Braddock, that feller out at the door
has got tired waitin'. He says he's comin' back yere to see you.
What'll I say to 'im? He's got a warrant an' he's got some of the town
marshal's men with 'im now."
"I'll go out and see him right away. The boy ain't with this show."
With a slow, meaning look at his wife, he turned to follow the man.
Over his shoulder he called to David:
"Go in there with Joey. He'll tell you where to hide if you have to.
Be quick about it."
He was gone. The tumblers began to pour in from the main tent.
Christine clutched her mother's arm in the agony of desperation.
"Did--did he take the money from--_him_?" she demanded tremulously.
Mrs. Braddock looked at David, an abject appeal in her eyes.
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