"Always said you were more than human, old chap," said Allen, kicking
the snow away from the mule's fore legs. "Easy now! Don't lose your
passenger!" The mule regained his balance and stepped carefully
forward out of the drift, while the guide, balanced perilously on the
outer edge of the trail, kept a supporting hand on Nucky's shoulders.
But there was no need of the flask Frank pulled from his pocket. Nucky
opened his eyes almost immediately. Whatever emotion Frank may have
felt, he kept to himself. "I told you Spoons was better than a life
insurance policy, Enoch."
Enoch slowly pushed himself erect. He looked from Frank's quizzical
eyes to Spoons' twitching ears, then at his own shaking hands.
"I fainted, didn't I?" he asked.
Allen nodded, and something in the twist of the man's lips maddened
Nucky. He burst forth wildly:
"You think I'm a blank blank sissy! Well, maybe I am. But if New York
couldn't scare me, this blank blank hole out here in this blank blank
jumping off place can't. I'm going on down this trail and if I fall
and get killed, it's up to you and Mr. Seaton."
"Good work, New York!" responded Allen briefly. He edged his way
carefully back to his mule and the cavalcade moved onward.
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