Joe’s thoughts were on something else.
“Gee, I can most see Whiffin hollerin’ his way around the show an’ askin’ everybody if they’ve seen that young scamp, Joe! My, I’ll bet he’s so mad he’s clean forgot that quarter he give to Dave the other night.”
“What do you expect to do in Milwaukee?” asked Captain Bunderley.
“Do!” echoed Joe, rather blankly. “I dunno!” Thoughtfully, he ran his fingers through his bushy hair. “I—I—kinder thought as how Dave could tell me.”
“Has Mr. Whiffin any claim on your services?”
“Nix; he certainly ain’t,” asserted Joe, with considerable emphasis.
“Is the circus coming here?”
“Yes, sir! Day after to-morrow.”
“Well, I’ll look after you till then.” Uncle Ralph beckoned to a waiter. “What will you have to eat, Joe?”
“Eat! Me eat in a—a—place like this?” stammered Joe, for the first time abashed.