This is one of those occasions. You are to come to the dinner too,
Huntingdon. And if the conversation drifts from bullfighting and Aztec
gods to Mexico and England's and France's ideas about your recent
speeches, I shall not complain."
"Thank you, Mr. President," said Enoch.
"I would do as much for you personally, of course," the older man
nodded, as he rose, "but in this instance, I'm playing politics even
more than I'm putting my hand on your shoulder. It's good to have you
back, Huntingdon! Good night!" and a few minutes later Enoch was out
on the snowy street.
It was after six and he went directly home. He spent the evening going
over accumulated reports. At ten o'clock Jonas came to the library
door.
"Boss, how would you feel about going to bed? You know we got into
early hours in the Canyon."
"I feel that I'm going immediately!" Enoch laughed. "Jonas, what have
your friends to say about your trip?" as he went slowly up the stairs.
"Boss, I'm the foremost colored man in Washington to-night. I'm
invited to give a lecture on my trip in the Baptist Church. They
offered me five bones for it and I laughed at 'em. How come you to
think, I asked 'em, that money could make me talk about my life blood's
escape.
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