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The trip down Bright Angel the next day was an unqualified success. They took old Funny Face and camped for the night. After supper, Frank muttered an excuse and wandered off toward the mules, leaving Nucky and Seaton by the fire. "Frank thinks you ought to stay out here with him, Enoch," said Seaton. "What did you say to him when he told you that?" asked Nucky eagerly.
Just before midnight, a woman slipped in at the front door. And on the stroke of twelve, Foley gave a whispered order. The group of officers crossed the street and one of them put a shoulder against the door which yielded with a groan. When the door of the large room on the second floor burst open, Nucky threw down his playing cards and sprang for the window.
We've all failed to find a spark of decent ambition in him. Maybe you can. Just one word for you, young fellow. If you try to get away from Mr. Seaton, we'll get you in a way you'll never forget." Nucky said nothing. His unboyish eyes traveled from one face to another, then he shrugged his shoulders and dropped his weight to the other hip.
For a long time Seaton turned this idea over in his mind. The train was pulling out of Albuquerque when he had a sudden inspiration. He knew Nucky too well by now to ask him for information or for an expression of opinion. But that night, at dinner, he said, casually, "We're going to leave the main line, at Williams, Enoch, and go up to the Grand Canyon.
"You poor nut!" Frank's voice was a mixture of contempt and compassion. Nucky immediately turned sulky and the meal was finished in silence. When the last doughnut had been devoured, Frank stretched himself in the warm sand left among the rocks by the river at flood. "Must be eighty degrees down here," he yawned. "We'll rest for a half hour, then we'll make the night camp.
It's because my mother was bad before me. She was Luigi's mistress. She was a bad lot. It was born in me." Frank sat up, instantly on the alert. "How old were you when she died?" he demanded. "Six," replied Nucky. "Shucks! you don't know anything about it, then! Who told you she was bad?" "Luigi! I guess he'd know, wouldn't he?" "Maybe he did and maybe he didn't.
Nucky tossed his head. "Huh! and you might get a worse guide than me, too. Frank says I got the real makings in me and I'll bet Frank knows more about guiding than any white in these parts. Navaho Mike told me so. And Navaho Mike says he knows I could make money out here even at fourteen." "How, Enoch?" asked Seaton, as they followed the bell boy upstairs.
"What's the excitement, Frank?" demanded Nucky. Frank turned in his saddle to smile at the boy. "Out in this country we admire physical nerve because we need a lot of it. And you're showing a good quality, old chap. Just sit easy now and when you want me to stop, yell."
Nucky still kept his gaze on the floor. "I know what you look like. You got gray hair and brown eyes, you're thin and tall and about fifty years old." "Good work!" exclaimed Enoch's caller. "Now, look here, Enoch, can't I help you out of this scrape?" "Don't want to be helped out. I was doin' a man's job and I'll take my punishment like a man." Seaton spoke quickly. "It wasn't a man's job.
Nucky grinned sheepishly, and turned to stare wonderingly at the black walls that here closed in upon them breathlessly. Their lunch had been prepared at the hotel. Frank fed the mules, then handed Nucky his box lunch and proceeded to open his own. "Does it make you sore to have me ask you questions?" asked the boy. "No!
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