Seaton's jaw dropped. "What on earth--?" Then he grinned.
Nucky was wearing high laced boots, a blue flannel shirt, gauntlet
gloves and a huge sombrero.
"Some outfit, Enoch! Been down Bright Angel yet?"
"Three times," replied the boy, with elaborate carelessness. "Say, Mr.
Seaton, can't we stay one more day and you take the trip with us?"
"I think I can arrange it." Seaton was trying not to look at the boy
too sharply. "I'll be as sore as a dog, for I haven't been in a saddle
since I was out here before. But Bright Angel's worth it."
"Sore!" Nucky laughed. "Say, Mr. Seaton, I just don't try to sit down
any more!"
They had reached the hotel desk now and as Seaton signed the register
the clerk said, with a wink:
"If you'll leave young Huntingdon behind, we'll take him on as a guide,
Mr. Seaton."
Nucky tossed his head. "Huh! and you might get a worse guide than me,
too. Frank says I got the real makings in me and I'll bet Frank knows
more about guiding than any white in these parts. Navaho Mike told me
so. And Navaho Mike says he knows I could make money out here even at
fourteen."
"How, Enoch?" asked Seaton, as they followed the bell boy upstairs. He
was not looking at Nucky, for fear he would show surprise.
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