I
don't know how he found me. He told me you were up here to take a hand
in my affairs. What I want to know, right here, Jenison, is this:
Where is your friend Bob Grand and where is _she?_"
He spoke quite calmly, but there was a deliberate menace in his tones.
David was startled. An angry retort leaped to his lips, but he choked
it back.
"You are very much mistaken, Braddock, if you consider me the friend
of Colonel Grand. I hate him quite as bitterly as you do. I--"
"Oh, no, you don't," snapped the other. "No one in all this world,
from its very beginning, has ever hated as I hate."
"He is no friend of mine," reiterated David. "I think you know me well
enough to believe that I do not lie. I have not seen him in five
years."
Braddock stared hard at him. Suddenly he leaned back with a deep
breath of relief. "I believe you," he said. "You don't know how to
lie. Well, what are you doing here, then, mixing in my affairs?"
"We'll talk about that later on," said David. "Here is food, man. Eat.
You are half-starved. Have you no money?"
"Money? Say, do you think they pay you up _there_? I _am_ hungry.
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