Perhaps they will forget. As for myself, I can't seem to think clearly
just what I must do. I am so very tired. One thing is certain, you
never must see me again. For one wild moment the desire to return to
the Canyon, now I am in its neighborhood overwhelmed me. I decided to
go up there and see if I could find the peace that I found in my
boyhood. Then I realized that you were at home, that all the world
would see me go down Bright Angel, and I gave up the idea. But
somehow, I must find rest, before I return to Washington. Oh, Diana,
Diana!"
It was midnight when Enoch finally lay down in his berth. To Jonas'
delight, he fell asleep almost immediately, and the faithful steward,
after reporting to the anxious group on the platform, was soon asleep
himself.
But it was not one o'clock when the Secretary awoke. The train was
rumbling slowly, and he looked from the window. Only the moonlit flats
of the desert were to be seen. Enoch rose with sudden energy and
dressed himself. He chucked his toilet case, with his diary and a
change of underwear, into a satchel, and scrawled a note to Abbott:
"Dear Charley: I'm slipping off into the desert for a little rest.
You'll hear from me when I feel better.
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