That buck looks like that fellow Wee-tah. Boss, do you
remember the night he took me out to see that desert charm?"
"Tell me about it, Jonas. It will rest me more than sleep."
Enoch sank back in his chair where he could face the photograph, and
Jonas established himself on the hearth rug and told his story with
gusto. "I got a lot of faith in Injun charms," he said, when he had
finished.
"They didn't get us our trip down Bright Angel," sighed Enoch, even as
he smiled.
"We'll get it yet, see if we don't!" protested Jonas stoutly. "Na-che
and I ain't give up for a minute. Don't laugh about it, boss."
"I'm not laughing," replied Enoch gravely. "I'm thinking how fortunate
I am in my friends, you being among those present, Jonas."
"As I always aim to be," agreed Jonas. "Do you think you could maybe
sleep now, boss?"
"Yes, I think so, Jonas," and Enoch was as good as his word.
Nearly two weeks passed before the attack on the Department of the
Interior was renewed. This time it was a deliberate assault on Enoch's
honesty. The Alaskan decision served as a text. This was held up as a
model of corruption and an example of the type of decision to be
expected from a gambling lawyer. Followed a list of half a dozen of
Enoch's rulings on water power control, on forest conservation and on
coal mining, each one interpreted in the light of Enoch's mania for
gambling.
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