David looked puzzled. Then a deep flush spread over his unstained
cheek.
"You mean because you are with me?" he demanded.
Dick Cronk stared. "What's that got to do with me? Oh!" He appeared to
recall something to mind. "I didn't mean anything like that," he
hastened to explain. "As far as that goes, I guess you're in worse
company than I am at the present moment."
With this enigmatic rejoinder he proceeded to collect three trophies
of the battle and toss them over the high board fence. Three of their
late enemies had neglected to pick up their hats as they scuttled off
the field of carnage.
"None of them worth keeping," was his contemptuous remark as he
started off briskly in the direction of the circus lot.
For the first time in many days the sun was shining. David announced
that he would proceed on his walk toward the distant hills.
"Better come along with me," advised Dick, halting abruptly. "The cops
will get wind of this. They jerk up a circus man on the slightest
excuse. It's something of an honor, I believe, to land one of us in
jail. The darned rubes talk about it for weeks afterwards, telling how
they nailed a desperate character.
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