The majority
of men have. A leader must not be too patient."
"You're right," agreed Milton. "Judge, couldn't you complete the trip
with us?"
"How long will you be out?" asked Enoch.
"Another six months!"
Enoch laughed, then said slowly: "There's nothing I'd like to do
better, but I must go home, from the Ferry."
Milton gazed at Enoch for a time without speaking. Then he said, a
little wistfully, "I suppose that while this is the most important
experience so far in my life, to you it is the merest episode, that
you'll forget the moment you get into the Pullman for the East."
"Why should you think that?" asked Enoch.
"I can't quite tell you why. But there's something about you that
makes me believe that in your own section of the country, you're a
power. Perhaps it's merely your facial expression. I don't know--you
look like some one whom I can't recall. Perhaps that some one has the
power and I confuse the two of you, but--I beg your pardon, Judge!" as
Enoch's eyebrows went up.
"You have nothing to beg it for, Milton. But you're wrong when you
think this trip is merely an episode to me. All my life I have longed
for just such an experience in the Canyon. It's like enchantment to
really find myself here.
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