If
he don't, out he goes. Say, you, where's all that money you had last
night? I'm not going to have anybody carryin' a wad around like that
and gettin' it nabbed and then settin' up a roar against the show,
gettin' us pulled or something worse. I insist on taking care of that
stuff, for my own protection, just so long as you stay with this
show."
David looked helplessly to Joey Noakes for succor.
"I'll talk that over with 'im, too, Brad," announced the clown
briefly.
"And let me add something else," resumed Braddock, with an unnecessary
oath. "I'm not going to have you hangin' around my wife and daughter
if you _do_ stay with us. Remember one thing: you're a cheap clown, and
you've got to know your place. My daughter's a decent girl. She's got
good blood in her, understand that. _Damn' fine blood._ I'm not going
to have her associatin' with a--"
"'Old on, Brad!" interrupted the old clown, glaring at him. "Cheese
it, will you? I won't stand for it. You got five 'undred from this boy
and you ought to treat 'im decent. He's got just as good blood in 'im
as Christie's got--and better, blow me, because it's probably good on
both sides--which is more than you can say for her, poor girl.
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