Nevertheless, he lowered his voice. "That's just
wot all of us would like to know ourselves, Jacky. He's a race-horse
man and a gambler. Oh, don't you get it into your 'ead that he follows
the show in _them_ capacities. Not he. He's too big a guy for that. No,
sirree. He pinches the dollars by the thousands, that chap does. No
ten-dollar rube games for 'im. But I'll tell you all about 'im at
supper. There's Ruby waiting for us at the door. I'm 'aving supper
brought over 'ere for us three and Casey. He's a nice chap, Casey is.
Brad says you are not to go to the cook-top until we're out of the
woods." Before starting off to join his daughter, Grinaldi looked again
through the hole in the canvas, muttering a dejected oath.
Ruby Noakes, very pretty and quite demure in a simple frock of brown,
without the prevailing bustle and paniers, was directing the
contortionist in his efforts to construct a table out of three "blue
seats" and a couple of property trunks, or "keesters," as they were
called.
"I insist on having a table that I can put my legs under," she said
when he argued that the trunks alone would make an "elegant" table.
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