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His jaw was set and he looked at Nucky with curiosity not untinged with resentment. Nucky had not melted after a whole day with Mary! Perhaps there were no deeps within the boy. But as the train moved through the tunnel something lonely back of the boy's hard stare touched him and he smiled. "Well, Enoch, old man, are you glad to go?" "I dunno," replied Nucky.
"O, I been helping Marty, the Dude, out. He's going to be alderman from this ward, some day." "That's the idea!" cried Nucky. "That's what I'd like to be, a politician. I'd rather be Mayor of N' York than king of the world." "I thought you wanted to be king o' the dice throwers," laughed the young Irishman. "If I was, I'd buy myself the job of Mayor," returned Nucky. "Coming over to-night?"
The boy did act not unlike a bull pup put for the first time on the lead chain. She was relieved and so was Mr. Seaton when Nucky, immediately after the meal was finished, said that he was sleepy, and went to bed. "I don't envy you your trip, John," said Mary Seaton, as she settled to her embroidery again. "What on earth possesses you to do it? The boy isn't even interesting in his badness."
But you just won't have it. You've growed up with just the same ideas the young toughs have 'round here. All you know about earnin' money is by gambling." Nucky stirred, but the officer put out his hand. "Hold on now, fer I'm servin' notice on you. You've turned down every job we got you. You want to keep on doing Luigi's dirty work for him. Very well! Go to it!
Look up, Enoch! We'll soon reach a broad bench where I'll let you rest." "Don't you think I'll ever get off this brute till we reach bottom!" shuddered Nucky. The guide laughed and silence fell again. The mules moved as silently through the snow as the mists across the mountain tops. In careful gradation the trail zigzagged downward. The snow lessened in depth with each foot of drop.
And Nucky, staring curiously from the Square, saw the apartment house door close on the tall, well-dressed stranger, and saw a taxi-cab driver offer a lift to his ancient enemy, Officer Foley. "Thinks he's smart, don't he!" he muttered aloud, starting slowly back toward the Café Roma. "I wonder what uplifter he's got after me now?"
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.
"And the other night when you were arrested, you were rather proud of standing up and taking your punishment without breaking down. If one of the men arrested at that time had broken down, you'd all have despised him, I suppose?" "Sure thing," agreed Nucky, turning his head ever so little toward the man. "Enoch, why are you breaking down now?" "Aw, what difference does it make?" demanded the boy.
Through the sifting snow flakes, disappearing before his gaze, he saw a void, silver gray, dim in outline, but none the less a void. The earth gaped to its center, naked, awful, before his horrified eyes. Yet, the same urgent need to know the uttermost that forces one to the edge of the skyscraper forced Nucky to the rail. He clutched it.
Is that the best you two can do on shoes? I'm always sorry for you lady-like New Yorkers. Come over here a minute. I guess we can rent some boots to fit you." "I'm going to write letters, Frank," said Seaton. "You and Enoch'll find me over at one of the desks. Fit the boy out as you think best." Not long after, Nucky trailed the guide through the lobby.
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