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If I should go back there as master, I want you and Ernie to come there and stay all the rest of your lives. But Dick raised his hand; his eyes had narrowed. "I couldn't do that, David," he said, a harsh note in his usually pleasant voice. "Thank you, just the same. Ernie and me are not cut out for places like Jenison Hall. We we'd have all the silver inside of a week and maybe the furniture."
The envelope bore the Jenison crest and it had come from Jenison Hall. A year had passed since he had heard from the pickpocket. The missive was brief, as were all of Dick's communications, written or oral. It said: "Just stopped off on my way north. Niggers say you are at the Springs. I'll wait here till you come back, if it ain't too long.
He said to Isaac, who came no farther than the door, that he would be up again in about ten days to see how he was 'getting on with it. Isaac said he'd have it fixed up 'so slick that it would fool the old man hisself. "When I went back to Jenison Hall I tried to tell grandfather about all this, but I didn't do it. I couldn't bear the thought of carrying tales.
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.
If I get a chance to see my girl, I'm going to tell her just what I did to her mother." "Braddock, you must listen to reason!" cried David. "No good can come of this. They are happy and contented. Don't spoil it all for them. Go away, man. Try to forget your grievance against Colonel Grand. God will punish him and " "I'll tell you what I came here for to-day, Jenison," said Braddock levelly.
She did not see David Jenison, although he might have touched her by moving two steps forward. Disconcerted by the rude, insolent stare that was leveled jointly by her old enemy and his daughter, a vivid flush mantled her cheek and brow. Time had made few changes in her appearance. Her face was softer, gentler if possible; her carriage was as erect and as proud as ever.
David Jenison fought beside his fellow performers, who rallied to protect the dressing-tent and the terrified women. In the darkness and rain, after the night performance, the opposing forces mingled and fought like wild beasts. The young Virginian, vigorous as a colt, was a hero among his comrades.
He dashed in and planted a stinging right-hander on the jaw of the enraged bully, sending him to the ground beside the hunchback, who was writhing there with blood on his lips. For a second or two the fellow's companions, four in number, stood undecided. Then, with one accord, they rushed at David Jenison.
She's a world beater at the other thing. I won't listen to this guff. That ends it. You go on doing this work with Tom Sacks, Christie. I don't give a rap whether the Jenison 'Joy' likes it or not." Christine sprang to her feet, her face convulsed. "I shall ask Colonel Grand to help me. He owns part of the show. His interest and mother's together are greater than yours "
At last, when his cigar was chewed to a pulp and the night's performance was half over, light broke in upon him. He fancied that he had solved the Colonel's designs regarding David Jenison. His face cleared, but again clouded ominously; he conversed with himself, aloud. "By thunder, if he thinks I'm going to let him gobble up that kid's money, he's mistaken. Why didn't I think of this before?
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