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Updated: June 3, 2025
There's only a few folks here now, so the guides and the hotel people have got plenty of time on their hands. They're awful jokers and they'll tease the life out of you, till you take the trip. You just get on a mule, this morning, and start. Every day you wait, you'll hate it more." Nucky's vanity had been deeply wounded. Greater than his fear, which was very great indeed, was Nucky's vanity.
"I can never stand it!" he muttered. "I can never stand it! If this mule makes just one mis-step, I'm dead." He felt a little nauseated. "I can never stand it! 'Twould have been better if I'd just let 'em tease me. Hey, Frank!" The guide looked back. The red spots were gone from Nucky's cheeks now. "We got to go back! I can't get away with it!" cried the boy. "It's impossible to turn here, Enoch!
The mule regained his balance and stepped carefully forward out of the drift, while the guide, balanced perilously on the outer edge of the trail, kept a supporting hand on Nucky's shoulders. But there was no need of the flask Frank pulled from his pocket. Nucky opened his eyes almost immediately. Whatever emotion Frank may have felt, he kept to himself.
"I might, 'long about midnight. Anything good in sight?" "I hope so," Nucky's hard face looked for a moment boyishly worried. "Business ain't been good, eh?" "Not for me," replied Nucky. "Luigi seems to be goin' to the bank regular. You bet that guy don't risk keepin' nothin' in the house."
He gulped the second cup of coffee, then with the air of bravado which belonged to Marty the Dude, he sauntered up to the cigar stand where the guide still lounged. "All right, Frank," said Nucky. "I'm ready for Bright Angel when you are." The guide looked at the boy carefully. Two bright red spots were burning in Nucky's cheeks. He was biting his lips, nervously.
Seaton stared blankly at the back of Nucky's head. His experiment was not turning out at all as he had planned. Jack often had puzzled him but there had always been something to grasp with Jack. His own boy had been such a good sport! A good sport! Suddenly Seaton cleared his throat. "Enoch, among the men you know, what is the opinion of a squealer?" "We hate him," replied the boy, shortly.
"I've got to be with my wife and little girl." "But why can't I " Nucky hesitated as he caught the look in Frank's face. "You'll never forget what I said about women, I suppose!" "Why should I forget it?" demanded Allen. The sullen note returned to Nucky's voice. "I wouldn't harm 'em!" "No, I'll bet you wouldn't!" returned Allen succinctly. Nucky turned to stare into the Canyon.
"Got nuttin'," Nucky's voice was bitter. "That brown Liz you let in last night beats the devil shakin' dice." "We owe three mont' now, Nucky," said the Italian. "Yes, and how much trade have I pulled into your blank blank second floor for you durin' the time, you blank blank! If I hear any more about the rent, I'll split on you, you "
If I were you, I'd mooch up to the kid's room if he doesn't come down promptly to supper. His nerves are in rotten shape and he oughtn't to be alone too long." Seaton nodded, and shortly after seven he knocked softly on Nucky's door. There was an inarticulate, "Come in!" Nucky was standing by the window in the dark room. "Supper's ready, old man. You'd better have it now and get to bed early.
A slow, painful red crept over Nucky's pale face. "I never asked but once. Maybe you can guess what Luigi said." "If Luigi were in this part of the country," growled Allen, "I'd lead a lynching party to call on him." He paused, eying Nucky's boyish face closely, then he asked, "Did you love your mother?" "I suppose I did. But Luigi kept at me so that now I hate her and all other women. Mrs.
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