But that night, at dinner, he said, casually,
"We're going to leave the main line, at Williams, Enoch, and go up to
the Grand Canyon. There's a guide at Bright Angel that I camped with
two years ago. It's such bad weather that I don't suppose there'll be
many people up there and I telegraphed him this afternoon to give me a
week or so. I'm going to turn you over to him and I'll go on to the
Coast. I'll pick you up on my way back."
"All right," said Nucky, casually.
Mr. Seaton ground his teeth with impatience and thought of what Jack's
enthusiasm would have been over such a program. But he said nothing
and strolled out to the observation car.
It was raining and sleeting at Williams. They had to wait for hours in
the little station for the connecting train to the Canyon. It came in,
finally, and Seaton and Nucky climbed aboard, the only visitors for the
usually popular side trip. It was a wild and lonely run to the
Canyon's rim. Nucky, sitting with his face pressed against the window,
saw only vague forms of cactus and evergreens through the sleet which,
as the grade rose steadily, changed to snow. It was mid-afternoon when
they reached the rim. A porter led them at once into the hotel and
after they were established, Seaton went into Nucky's room.
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