It is very likely that Victor Collins’ fastidious tastes would have caused him to sniff at the circus fare, but Dave had roughed it too long in the open to be over-particular. So he began to eat with a heartiness that increased the grin on the waiter’s face.
“Ah,” murmured Dave, a short time later, “depending upon one’s self is the real thing, after all.”
CHAPTER XII
THE NEW BARKER
“Yes, monsieur, I have, what you call it, voyaged much.” Randolpho, Senior, whose curiosity was too strong for him to resist, had taken a place by Dave Brandon’s side. “You have of the Cirque d’Hiver in Paree heard, no doubt, monsieur?”
Dave nodded. “Winter Circus, we say in English,” he replied.
“Yes. I have performed there before crowds enormous.”
“Do you like this country?” asked Dave.
Monsieur Randolpho’s agreeable voice was silent as he pondered over the question. Presently he said:
“Ah, it ees a great place—such wonderful peoples. Nozzing for them is too hard. You have never bark before, and yet—ah, you go?”
Dave had hastily arisen.