"You'll really try to look out for Mr. Seaton, won't you, Enoch?" she
said, taking the boy's limp hand, after she had kissed her husband
good-by.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Nucky.
"Good-by, Enoch! I truly hope you'll enjoy the trip. Run now, or
you'll miss the train. See, Mr. Seaton's far down the platform!"
Nucky turned and ran. Mr. Seaton waited for him at the door of the
Pullman. His jaw was set and he looked at Nucky with curiosity not
untinged with resentment. Nucky had not melted after a whole day with
Mary! Perhaps there were no deeps within the boy. But as the train
moved through the tunnel something lonely back of the boy's hard stare
touched him and he smiled.
"Well, Enoch, old man, are you glad to go?"
"I dunno," replied Nucky.
CHAPTER II
BRIGHT ANGEL
"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. He sat for
endless hours on the observation platform, smoking cigarettes, his keen
eyes on the flying landscape.
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