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Nucky was wearing high laced boots, a blue flannel shirt, gauntlet gloves and a huge sombrero. "Some outfit, Enoch! Been down Bright Angel yet?" "Three times," replied the boy, with elaborate carelessness. "Say, Mr. Seaton, can't we stay one more day and you take the trip with us?" "I think I can arrange it." Seaton was trying not to look at the boy too sharply.
A mule knows more in a minute than a horse knows all his life." "Will you go with me to take another look at it?" asked Nucky. An expression of understanding crossed Frank's weather-beaten face. "Sure I will, boy! Let's walk up the rim a little and see if you can steady your nerves." "I'd rather stay by the rail," replied Nucky, doggedly. "All right, old man!
"I I guess I could stand it," the boy's eyes were a little pitiful in their fear. "That isn't enough. I want your promise, Enoch!" Nucky stared into Seaton's steady eyes. "All right, I'll promise. And and, Mr. Seaton, would you sit with me till I get to sleep?" Seaton nodded. Nucky had made no attempt to free his hand from the kindly grasp that imprisoned it.
He wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't pinch the pennies so. Were you ever in New York, Frank?" This in a patronizing voice. "Born there," replied the guide. Nucky gasped with surprise. "How'd you ever happen to come out here?" "I can't live anywhere else because of chronic asthma. I don't know now that I'd want to live anywhere else.
A porter led them at once into the hotel and after they were established, Seaton went into Nucky's room. The boy was standing by the window, staring at the storm. "We can't see the Canyon from our windows," said John. "I took care of that! It isn't a thing you want staring at you day and night! Nucky, I want you to get your first look at the Canyon, alone. One always should.
They ain't sports!" And Foley hung up the receiver with a sigh. Mr. Seaton preferred to introduce himself to Nucky. The boy was sitting on the edge of his bunk, his red hair a beautiful bronze in the dim daylight that filtered through the high window. "How are you, Enoch?" said Mr. Seaton. "My name is John Seaton.
For the first time Enoch grinned, a little sheepishly, to be sure, and a little cynically. Nevertheless it was the first sign of tolerance he had shown and Mr. Seaton was cheered by it. "That will give time to get Enoch outfitted," said Mary. "We'll go up to Best's to-morrow morning." "This suit is new," said Nucky. "It looks new," agreed Mrs.
"For the simple reason that a fellow with a face like your's doesn't have a bad mother." In the light of the leaping flames Nucky's face fell. "Aw, what you giving us! Sob stuff?" "I'm telling you something that's as true as God. You can't see Him or talk to Him, but you know He made this Canyon, don't you?" Nucky nodded quickly.
Frank's horse was in the stable, but while he seemed to examine the sore spot on the animal's back, Frank's real attention was riveted on Nucky. The boy was obviously ill at ease and only half interested in the horse. "These are the lads that take us down the trail," said Allen finally, slapping a velvety black mule on the flank. "We can't trust the horses.
At last, as the pudding was being served, she exclaimed: "What in the world are you watching for, Enoch? Do you expect us to rob you, or what?" "I dunno, ma'am," answered Nucky, "Do you enjoy your supper?" asked Mrs. Seaton. "It's all right, I guess. I'm used to wine with my supper." "Wine, you young jack-donkey!" cried John Seaton.
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