as wrong in his ideas as you are. Look here, Enoch, I'll make a
bargain with you. I want you to try the Canyon for a week or so, until
I get back from the Coast. If, at the end of that time, you still want
Minetta Lane, I'll land you back there with fifty dollars in your
pocket, and you can go your own gait."

Nucky for the first time turned and looked Seaton in the face.
"Honest?" he gasped.

Seaton nodded.

"Do I have to go down the Canyon?" asked Nucky.

"You don't have to do anything except play straight, till I get back."

"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 lay staring at the ceiling for a
long moment, then his eyelids fluttered, dropped, and he slept. He did
not stir when Seaton rose and went back to his own bed.

It did not snow during the night and the train that had brought Nucky
and Mr. Seaton up announced itself as ready for the return trip to