“Yes. Why not? You was broke, an’ I helped ye out; don’t deny it now.”
“I wouldn’t attempt to do so, Mr. Whiffin.”
“You kin do me a good turn, this time. We’re bound for Racine.”
Dave looked at Victor. He felt the responsibility for his welfare which had been thrust upon his shoulders.
“I can’t leave my friend, Mr. Whiffin,” he said, slowly.
“Let ’im come along.”
“That’s the scheme,” cried Victor, quite delighted. “Sure thing, Brandon.” The idea of his actually traveling with a circus took his fancy by storm. “Say yes, you big Indian.”
“I knew you’d be reasonable,” exclaimed Whiffin. “Then it’s all settled?”
“If Victor agrees, I suppose so,” answered Dave. “You’re sure now, Vic?”
“Of course I am.”