Permit me, sir,
as a gentleman, to assure you that you can depend on me to carry out
at least a part of your instructions as faithfully as God will let me.
I mean by that, sir, your instructions to _protect the ladies!_"
He turned on his heel and left the Colonel standing there, a flush
mounting to his flabby cheek.
"Braddock," he said, a few minutes later," I'm going to break that
Jenison boy if it takes me a year--yes, ten years."
"What's up?" demanded Braddock, rolling his cigar over uneasily. "Been
sassing you?"
"People of his class do not sass, as you call it," said Colonel Grand
shortly.
"Well, shall I kick him out of the show?" asked the other, perplexed.
Remembering David's money, he supplemented quickly: "Say in a week or
two?"
"No. That is just what I don't want you to do. He stays, Braddock.
Understand?"
"All right," agreed the other hastily. "I like the kid. He's good
company for Christie, too. _Tony_ sort of a chap, ain't he? I can
tell 'em every pop. I said to my wife that first night--"
"Yes, yes, you you've told me that," interrupted Grand impatiently.
"You keep him here, that's all.
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