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"All right, then I'm telling you, every line of your face and head says you didn't come of a breed like the woman that lived with Luigi. I'll bet if you show you have any decent promise, Seaton will clear that point up. A good detective could do it." "I never thought of such a thing," muttered Nucky. He continued to stare at Frank, his pale boy's face tense with conflicting hope and fear.
But he had been mistaken. What in the world was he to do with the young gambler in San Francisco, that paradise of gamblers? He could employ a detective to dog Nucky, but that was to acknowledge defeat. If there were only some place along the line where he could leave the boy, giving him a taste of out of door life, such as only the west knows!
When he had finished breakfast, he found the guide waiting for him in the lobby. "Hello, Frank!" he shouted. "Come on! Let's start!" All that day, prowling through the snow after Allen, Nucky might have been any happy boy of fourteen. It was only when Frank again left him at dusk that his face lengthened. "Can't I be with you this evening, Frank?" he asked. Frank shook his head.
It came in, finally, and Seaton and Nucky climbed aboard, the only visitors for the usually popular side trip. It was a wild and lonely run to the Canyon's rim. Nucky, sitting with his face pressed against the window, saw only vague forms of cactus and evergreens through the sleet which, as the grade rose steadily, changed to snow. It was mid-afternoon when they reached the rim.
When Allen had turned in the saddle to look at the boy, Nucky had nodded and smiled, then returned to his absorbed watching of the lights and shadows in the Canyon. They dismounted at the corral. "Now, old man," said Frank, "I want you to go in and tuck away a big supper, take a hot bath and go to bed.
And the next time we get the goods on you, you'll get the limit. So watch yourself!" "Everybody's against a guy!" muttered the boy, "Everybody's against a fool that had rather be crooked than straight," returned the officer. Nucky, his face sullen, descended from the chair, paid the boy and headed up MacDougal Street toward the Square.
To-morrow we'll ride along the rim just long enough to fight off the worst of the saddle stiffness." "All right!" Nucky nodded. "I'm half dead, that's a fact. But I've got to tell the clerk and the bell boy a thing or two before I do anything." "Go to it!" Frank laughed, as he followed the mules through the gate. Nucky did not open his eyes until nine o'clock the next morning.
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.
"I was sure, when I was eighteen, that if I could but give to the world a picture of Boyhood, flagellated by the world's stupidity and brutality, the world would heed. At thirty, I gave up the hope." Enoch's Diary. No one could have been a less troublesome traveling companion than Nucky. He ate what was set before him, without comment.
Seaton hailed a tall, rather heavily built man in corduroys and high laced boots, who had lounged up to the cigar stand. As he approached, Nucky saw that he was middle aged, with a heavily tanned face out of which the blue of his eyes shone conspicuously. "Here he is, Frank!" exclaimed Seaton. "Nucky, this is the man who is going to look out for you while I'm gone." "Well, young New York!
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