Don't be
afraid."
"I'll try," chattered David, pathetic figure of Momus.
"Wait," she whispered, as much to Joey Grinaldi as to the novice.
"David, will you trust me to take care of your money until to-morrow?"
Without a word he slipped his hand into his shirt front and produced
the flat purse. He handed it to her.
"Good!" exclaimed Joey Grinaldi.
The next instant David Jenison, aristocrat, was trudging dizzily
toward the sawdust ring, his heart beating like mad, his knees
trembling.
Thomas Braddock, detaining the officers on the opposite side of the
ring, saw the strange figure and for a moment was near to losing his
composure. Then he grasped the situation and exulted. He boldly
escorted Blake and the town authorities to the dressing-tent, where he
assisted in the search and the questioning.
Before the expiration of half an hour's time every man, woman and
child connected with Van Slye's Great and Only Mammoth Shows knew that
David Jenison, the murderer, was among them and that he was to be
protected. The word went slyly, by whisper, from car to ear, down to
the lowliest canvasman.
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