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She was deeply interested in Nucky, turning and twisting constantly in her saddle to look at him. "Do you like your mule, Enoch? He's a very nice mule." "Yes, but don't turn round or you'll fall." "How can I talk if I don't turn round? Do you like little girls?" "I don't know any little girls. Turn round, Diana!" "But you know me!"
Nucky, trembling in the saddle would have felt quite as comfortable standing on the topmost window ledge of the Flat Iron building, in New York. And, to Nucky, there was no trail! Only a narrow, corkscrew shelf, deep banked with snow into which the mules set their small feet gingerly. For many minutes, the boy saw only this trackless ledge, and the sickening blue depths below.
She lent a hand at arranging the beds and set the table, all with eager docility and intelligence. But Nucky, after doing the chores Frank set him, wandered off to a seat that commanded a wide view of the trail, where he remained in silent contemplation of the wonders before him until called to supper.
But Foley forestalled him and slipped handcuffs on him, while Nucky cursed and fought with all the venom that did the eight or ten other occupants of the room. A small roulette board smashed into the sealed fire-place. Brown Liz broke a bottle of whiskey on an officer's helmet and the reek of alcohol merged with that of cigarette smoke and snow-wet clothes.
It's after two now and it will be dark in this narrow rift by four." Nucky looked about him apprehensively. The Canyon here was little more than a gorge whose walls rose sheer and menacing toward the narrow patch of blue sky above. He could not make up his mind to lie down and relax as Frank had done. All was too new and strange. "Are there snakes round here?" he demanded.
"I gotta get back to N' York, now!" Seaton looked at Nucky curiously. "For heaven's sake, Enoch! Where's your nerve?" "What good would nerve do a guy lookin' at hell!" gasped Nucky. "Hell? Why the Canyon is one of the beautiful sights of the world! You're crazy, Enoch! Come out with me and look again." "Not on your life!" cried Nucky. "I'm going back to little old N' York."
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.
Azeezruk nucky, that's all." He paused and looked away at the hills; then turning, extended his hand. "Anyway, I thank you very, very much I thank you." With that they made their way toward the village and the sea, which, packed and glistening with ice, reflected all the glories of the gorgeous Arctic sunset. Three hours later Iyok-ok put his head in at Johnny's igloo and said: "One hour go."
"You follow her, Enoch." "Can that kid go all the way to the river?" demanded Nucky. "She's been there a good many times," replied Frank, looking proudly at his little daughter. She was not an especially pretty child, but had Nucky been a judge of feminine charms he would have realized that Diana gave promise of a beautiful womanhood. Her chestnut hair hung in thick curls on her shoulders.
"Set her down, Enoch! We'll all walk to the top. It's only a short distance, and the ice is getting pretty bad." Nucky obediently set the little girl on her feet, and Diana tossed her curls and followed her father without a word. And Frank, as he led the procession, wore a puzzled grin on his genial face.
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