"There's a power of will there for good or evil that can't be ignored.
And I have faith in any one the Canyon gets a real grip on. It sure
has got this boy. I never saw a more marked case."
The lawyer nodded and both men sat smoking, their eyes on the distant
rim.
BOOK II
THE SECRETARY OF THE INTERIOR
CHAPTER III
TWENTY-TWO YEARS LATER
"It sometimes seemed to me that the Colorado said as it rushed through
the Canyon, 'Nothing matters! Nothing! Nothing!'"--_Enoch's Diary_.
One burning morning in July, Jonas, in a cool gray seersucker suit, his
black face dripping with perspiration, was struggling with the electric
fan in the private office of the Secretary of the Interior. The
windows were wide open and the hideous uproar of street traffic filled
the room. It was a huge, high-ceilinged apartment, with portraits of
former Secretaries on the walls. The Secretary's desk, a large,
polished conference table, and various leather chairs, with a handsome
Oriental rug, completed the furnishings.
As Jonas struggled vainly with the fan, a door from the outer office
opened and a young man appeared with the day's mail. Charley Abbott
was nearing thirty but he looked like a college boy.
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