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"I got things on him, all right." "Why don't you use 'em?" Nucky's voice was skeptical. "He's going down Waverly Place, the blank, blank!" Liz grunted. "He's got too much on me! I ain't hopin' to start trouble. You go chase yourself, Nucky. I'll be round about midnight." Nucky's chasing himself consisted of the purchase of a newspaper which he read for a few minutes in the sunshine of the park.
The trail dropped steadily, while higher and higher soared canyon wall and mountain peak. It was still early when the trail met the plateau on which lie the Indian gardens. Frank's mule suddenly quickened his stride as did Spoons. But Nucky, although he was weary and saddle sore had no intention of crying a halt, now that the trail was level.
"I'll be as sore as a dog, for I haven't been in a saddle since I was out here before. But Bright Angel's worth it." "Sore!" Nucky laughed. "Say, Mr. Seaton, I just don't try to sit down any more!" They had reached the hotel desk now and as Seaton signed the register the clerk said, with a wink: "If you'll leave young Huntingdon behind, we'll take him on as a guide, Mr. Seaton."
You gambling, indecent little gutter snipe, isn't there a clean spot in you?" "You were a gambler yourself!" shrieked Nucky. "Yes, sir, I know cards and I know women, and that's why I know just what a mess of carrion your lovely young soul is. Any kid that can see the glory o' God that you've seen to-day and then sit down and talk like an overflowing sewer isn't fit to live.
He had hardly spoken the words when a body hurled itself upon him, knocking the revolver from his hand and extinguishing the light. "So. There are others! Let them come," roared Johnny, striking out with his right in the dark. "Azeezruk nucky." To his astonishment he recognized the voice of Iyok-ok.
Her eyes were large and a clear hazel. Her skin, though tanned, was peculiarly fine in texture. But the greatest promise of her future beauty lay in a sweetness of expression in eye and lip that was extraordinary in so young a child. For the rest, she was thin and straight and wore a boy's corduroy suit. Diana feared the trail no more than Nucky feared MacDougal Street.
That's what the Canyon does to anybody that's thin skinned. I went through it too. I tell you, Nucky, this life here in the Canyon and the thoughts you think here, are the only real things. New York and all that, is just the outer shell of living. Understand me?" The boy nodded, his eyes fixed on Frank's with pitiful eagerness. "It's clean out here.
What're you going to do with the Canyon?" Frank slapped the boy on the shoulder. Nucky grinned uncertainly. "I dunno!" he said. "Had a look at it?" demanded the guide. "Yes!" Nucky spoke with sudden firmness. "And I don't like it. I want to go back to New York." "Come on out with Frank and me and get used to it," suggested John Seaton. "I'm not going near it again," returned Nucky.
But before Nucky could continue his cursing, the Italian broke in with a volubility of oaths that reduced the boy to sullen silence. Having eased his mind, Luigi proceeded to drag the sack into the basement and slammed the door. "Nucky! Nucky! He's onlucky!" sang one of the small girls on the crumbling steps. "You dry up, you little alley cat!" roared the boy.
"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 "
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