Tell her to keep the change.
I hear you're coming back soon to visit the--er--show. Let me put you
onto Colonel Grand. He's a good loser, that old boy is. He's terrible
disappointed because you've squared yourself with the law. He had
something up his sleeve for you, but this spoils it all. But you
noticed that he took it very pleasantly--polite and agreeable cuss, he
is, when he has to be. Maybe you'd like to know what his game was."
"I think I know, Dick."
"Nix. I guess not. You were to do him a great favor before long. You
were going to run away with Christie Braddock!"
David started. "You are mistaken," he cried indignantly. "I wouldn't
think of such a thing."
"Just the same, kid, that's what he had it fixed for you to do, and
you couldn't ha' got out of it. He's a wonder, he is. That's the only
way he could get rid of Christie; and, with Christie gone, Mrs.
Braddock's spirit would be smashed. He's going to get rid of Tom
Braddock purty soon. Tom don't know it, but his days with this show
are numbered."
"What a cold-blooded devil he is!" cried David.
"Hot-blooded's what I'd call him.
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