He became suddenly conscious of
the fact that Colonel Grand was staring at him across the intervening
space. Turning, he met the combined gaze of the three persons who
formed the little group. There was a comprehensive leer on the face of
the Colonel.
In that instant there flashed through David's mind the conviction that
Colonel Bob Grand was to play an ugly and an important part in his
life. Again there came over him, as once before, the insensate desire
to strike that gray, puttyish face with all his might.
He had been kept out of the ring during the early part of the
performance, while Artful Dick and other cunning scouts were
satisfying themselves that the Pinkerton man actually had given up the
chase. As a matter of fact, the disgusted operative had been
completely fooled, and was well on his way to Philadelphia, cherishing
the prospect of a laugh at the expense of the superintendent who had
sent him on the wild-goose chase.
David kept a wary eye open for the danger signal, which, however, was
not to come. He saw the Braddocks and Colonel Grand leave the
dressing-tent and pass into the open air.
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