"Yes, we will dine together frequently. I like these gay little
affairs," went on the Colonel, not even attempting to conceal his
shrug of disgust for Braddock. "I am leaving for home to-night, but I
expect to return in two or three days. You must all join hands in
breaking me into the circus business. Don't let me be a--what is it
you call it? A rube, that's it. We'll be the show's happy family.
Every circus has a 'happy family.' Yes, 'pon my soul, I like the life.
I _do_ enjoy these quiet, impromptu little suppers."'
David was suddenly conscious that Braddock's eyes were upon him. He
met the gaze, curiously impelled. The man's face was almost purple;
the look in his eyes was not of anger, but of a shame that sprung from
what little there was of manhood left in him. Braddock looked away
quickly, and an instant later announced that it was time to get back
to the "lot."
In front of the restaurant they came upon Artful Dick Cronk. The
pickpocket made no attempt to speak to them, but when his eye caught
David's, he closed it slowly in a very expressive wink.
Braddock hurried on ahead, explaining that he was obliged to look
after something at the grounds.
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