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Updated: June 3, 2025
As I said to you last night, if you show some decent spirit, he'd try to clear the matter up for you." Nucky's blue eyes were as eager and as wistful as a little child's. His thin, mobile lips quivered. "I never thought of such a thing, Frank!" "Well, you'd better think of it! Now then, you clean up these dishes for me while I attend to the stock. I want to be off in a half hour."
Exactly ten days after Nucky's first trip down Bright Angel trail, John Seaton descended somewhat wearily from the Pullman that had landed him once more at the Canyon's rim. He had telegraphed the time of his arrival and Nucky ran up to meet him. "Hello, Mr. Seaton!" he said. Seaton's jaw dropped. "What on earth ?" Then he grinned.
Jumping from sea level to a mile in the air makes a chap sleepy. Are you washed up?" "I'm all ready," mumbled Nucky. He went to bed shortly after eight. Something forlorn and childish about the boy's look as he said good night moved John Seaton to say, "Tell a bell boy to open the door between our rooms, will you, Enoch?" and he imagined that a relieved look flickered in Nucky's eyes.
It was a thief's job. You're taking your sentence like a common thief, not like a man." "Aw, dry up and get out o' here!" snarled Nucky, jumping to his feet and looking his caller full in the face. Seaton did not stir. In spite of its immaturity, its plainness and its sullenness, there was a curious dignity in Nucky's face, that made a strong appeal to his dignified caller.
A porter led them at once into the hotel and after they were established, Seaton went into Nucky's room. The boy was standing by the window, staring at the storm. "We can't see the Canyon from our windows," said John. "I took care of that! It isn't a thing you want staring at you day and night! Nucky, I want you to get your first look at the Canyon, alone. One always should.
"I got things on him, all right." "Why don't you use 'em?" Nucky's voice was skeptical. "He's going down Waverly Place, the blank, blank!" Liz grunted. "He's got too much on me! I ain't hopin' to start trouble. You go chase yourself, Nucky. I'll be round about midnight." Nucky's chasing himself consisted of the purchase of a newspaper which he read for a few minutes in the sunshine of the park.
Seaton, "but a pronounced check like that isn't nice for traveling. And you'll need other things." "I got plenty of clothes at home, and I paid for 'em myself," Nucky's voice was resentful. "Well, drop a line to that Italian you've been living with, and tell him " began Mr. Seaton. "Aw, he'll be doin' time in Sing Sing by the time I get back," interrupted Nucky, "and he can't read anyhow.
Seaton pulled the extra blanket at the bed foot over his own shoulders, then he sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand on Nucky's heaving back. "Don't you think, if it's bad enough to make you cry, that it's time you told a friend about it, Enoch?" he said, his voice a little husky. For a moment sobs strangled the boy's utterance entirely.
Seaton himself went to bed and to sleep early. He was wakened about midnight by a soft sound from Nucky's room and he lay for a few moments listening. Then he rose and turned on the light in his room, and in Nucky's. The boy hastily jerked the covers over his head.
Don't take this thing too hard, you know! After all, it's only a crack in the earth." Nucky grinned feebly, and trudged steadily up to the rail. The sun was setting and the Canyon was like the infinite glory of God. Untiring as was his love for the view Allen preferred, this time, to watch the strange young face beside him. Nucky's pallor was still intense in spite of the stinging wind.
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