"I'd do anything to keep the show from busting," said the other with the air of a martyr. "Anything to save my wife's little fortune, and anything to keep my performers from going broke."
"I suppose your wife thinks it's all right to get this kid's money away from him," said Dick sarcastically.
"She—why, of course, she wouldn't know anything about it. She's so blamed finicky."
"Of course!" scoffed Dick.
"But she'd stand for it, if she ever did find it out. She needs the money just as much as I do, only she likes to appear sanctimo—"
"I hate a liar, Brad," said Dick coolly.
Braddock arose unsteadily. "You mean ME?"
"I do," said the thief to the liar. "You know you lie when you say she'd back you up in a game like that."
"I've a notion to smash you one."
"Here's your watch, Brad, and your pocketbook. I nipped 'em just now to see if I'm in practice. Oh, yes, and your revolver, too." He laughed noiselessly as he laid the three articles on the footrest of the wagon and turned away.