CHAPTER XVII
REVENGE IS SWEET
"And then, after that day on the Colorado was ended, after the agony of
toil, the wrestling with death while our little boats withstood the
shock of destiny itself, oh, then, the wonder and the peace of the
night's camp. Rest! Rest at last!"--_Enoch's Diary_.
January slipped swiftly by and February, with its alternate rain and
snow came on. The splendid mental and physical poise that Enoch had
brought back with him from the Canyon stood him in good stead under the
pressure of office business which never had been so heavy. One
morning, late in February, Cheney came to see the Secretary.
"Well, Mr. Cheney, have you made your discovery?" asked Enoch.
Cheney nodded slowly. "But I didn't make it until last night, Mr.
Huntingdon. I've followed up all sorts of leads that landed me
nowhere. Last night, a newspaper reporter came to my house. He's with
the News now, but he used to be with Brown. He came round to learn
something about our men finding gold in the Grand Canyon. He wanted
the usual fool thing, an expression of opinion from me as Director. As
soon as he let slip that he'd been on the Brown papers, I began to
question him and I found that he'd been fired because he'd refused to
go out to Arizona and follow up your vacation trip.
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