point. Watch how the sky gets a deeper blue, the farther down we go.
And now, Enoch look out, not down. You may come down Bright Angel a
thousand times and never see the colors you see to-day. The snowfall
has turned the world into a rainbow, by heck!"

Slowly, very slowly, Nucky turned his head and clinging to the pommel,
he stared across the canyon. White of snow; sapphire of sky; black of
sharp cut shadow. Mountains rising from the canyon floor thrust
scarlet and yellow heads across his line of vision. Close to his left,
as the trail curved, a wall of purest rose color lifted from a bank of
snow that was as blue as Allen's eyes. Beyond and beyond and ever
beyond, the vast orderliness of the multi-colored canyon strata melted
into delicate white clouds that now revealed, now concealed the
mountain tops.

Nucky gazed and gazed, shuddering, yet enthralled. Another sharp twist
in the trail and his knee scraped against the wall. He cried out
sharply. Frank turned to look but he did not stop the mules.

"Spoons thinks it's better to amputate your leg, once in a while than
to risk getting too close to the outer edge of the trail in all this
snow. He's an old warrior, is Spoons! He could carry a grand piano
down this trail and never scrape the varnish. 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