"
"But why? Why?" cried Nucky in an agony of impatience.
"For the simple reason that a fellow with a face like your's doesn't
have a bad mother."
In the light of the leaping flames Nucky's face fell. "Aw, what you
giving us! Sob stuff?"
"I'm telling you something that's as true as God. You can't see Him or
talk to Him, but you know He made this Canyon, don't you?"
Nucky nodded quickly.
"All right, then I'm telling you, every line of your face and head says
you didn't come of a breed like the woman that lived with Luigi. I'll
bet if you show you have any decent promise, Seaton will clear that
point up. A good detective could do it."
"I never thought of such a thing," muttered Nucky. He continued to
stare at Frank, his pale boy's face tense with conflicting hope and
fear. The guide picked up his blanket, but Nucky cried out:
"Don't go to sleep for a minute, please! I can't stand it alone in
this moonlight. I never thought such thoughts in my life as I have
down here, about God and who I am and what a human being is. I tell
you, I'm going crazy."
Frank nodded, and began to fill his pipe. "Sit down close to the fire,
son. That's what the Canyon does to anybody that's thin skinned. I
went through it too.
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