But the deer's eyes did not blink or waver, nor was
there the slightest deviation of its melancholy gaze.
A voice from behind addressed the lone spectator.
"Attractive brute, isn't he?"
David turned. Colonel Grand was standing a few feet away, gazing with
no little interest at the occupant of the cage.
Young Jenison did not reply at once. He was momentarily occupied in a
mental comparison of the two faces.
"It is our latest curiosity from the wilds of Africa," he said, his
eyes hardening. A Jenison could not look with complacency on a man
who, first of all, had fought against his own people, even though one
Jenison had been a traitor to the cause.
"The only one in captivity," quoted the Colonel. He had the smooth,
dry voice of a practiced man of the world.
"That's what they say on the bills, sir." He was walking away when the
other, with some acerbity, called to him.
"What's your name?"
"Snipe, sir," said David, after a second's hesitation.
"I've seen you back there in the dressing-tent. You don't look like a
circus performer."
"I am a clown," observed David coolly.
Colonel Grand came up beside him.
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