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It was a circus tent; and, moreover, it was Bloxford's Mammoth Circus itself. He stopped and stared; then he laughed. "Why, it's old Bloxford!" he cried, brightly. "Celia, this is a piece of luck. Think of his coming here here, of all places! By George! how glad I shall be to see him; and I've an idea he'll be glad to see me! We'll go no, not now" stopping short "I'll go to the show to-night."
"And I take it you're his young lady, miss?" "I'm his wife," said Celia, with unabashed pride. "You don't say!" commented Mr. Bloxford, his admiration eloquently expressed in his staring, Simian eyes. "Well, Mr. Green, you've taken the cake! Lor' bless my soul, what a picture you'd make in the high-stepping act! And you're well, and doing well, I should say, by the look of you, Mr.
You've got through your bit like a little man; and no nonsense, neither no side and no frills. And no fooling about with the women, eh?" He shot a glance at Derrick who shrugged his shoulders, and Mr. Bloxford, after another glance, appeared to be satisfied with the shrug.
Bloxford, who was evidently still rather uneasy. "It there's any disturbance, turn on the band. Make them play like blazes, the louder the better." Derrick nodded, and hurried off to overlook things.
Every person he had met interested her. "I seem to know them all," she said; "you describe them so beautifully to me. I should like to meet that funny old Mr. Bloxford and the circus people; but, much more than any of the others, the lady, Donna Elvira, who was so kind to you. I love her already!" Derrick was silent for a moment; then he said: "You shall meet her soon, if you will, dearest.
Alice has been helping me," she added, as if forced to make the admission. "I say, you have been awfully good to me," said Derrick, gratefully. "Oh, that's all right," she said. "I I like it. Like old times, you know. I must go and tell Mr. Bloxford; he's been like a sick monkey fretting over its young."
"I suppose you know that you're a stowaway, that I could have you chucked overboard, or put into irons or something," he said, furiously, his eyes snapping. Dene smiled merely. "Well, now you're here, I'll have to take you on, I guess," said Mr. Bloxford. "You seem to be handy with horses." "I'm fond of them," said Dene. "That's all right," rejoined Mr. Bloxford.
The rest of the company, heartened by the previous successes, did their best, and an evidently well-pleased audience streamed out into the cool, clear air. Sent for by Mr. Bloxford, Derrick went to the manager's tent or office. "Congratulations, sir!" he said. "Here, help me count this," commanded Mr. Bloxford, nodding to the heap of notes and coin.
You paid me on Friday night, and I've plenty to go on with." With that he went out, heavy-hearted, and Mr. Bloxford stood at the door, his extraordinary face drawn into a thousand wrinkles and his lips shaping strange oaths. A week later Derrick was tramping along a dusty road which led to the little town of San Leonardo, where, he had been told, he could find a night's lodging.
"Our people are all very pleased. They're going to have a kind of beano over the supper. You'll come along, Mr. Bloxford; they'll want you." "All right," said Mr. Bloxford. "But it seems to me that you're the popular man of this crowd. Oh, I don't walk about in my sleep, young man. I can see as far as a blind horse.
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