"
"Bring him in," said Enoch.
The Director swung open the door and moving slowly on a cane, Milton
came into the room.
"Mr. Secretary, Mr. Milton," said Cheney. "He--" then he stopped with
his mouth open for Milton had turned white and the Secretary was
laughing.
"Judge!" gasped Milton.
Enoch left his desk and crossing the room seized both Milton's hands,
cane and all.
"Milton, old boy, there's no man in the world I'd rather see than you."
"Why, are you two old friends?" asked Cheney.
"Intimate friends!" exclaimed Enoch. "Cheney, I'll remember the favor
all my life, if you'll leave me alone with Milton for a little while."
"Why certainly! Certainly! I didn't know Milton was trying to spring
a surprise on you. I'll be just outside when I'm needed."
"Sit down, Milton," said Enoch, soberly, when they were alone. "Don't
hold my deception against me. I was not spying. It was the blindest
fate in the world that brought me to the Canyon and to your expedition."
Milton's freckled face was still pale. "Hold it against you! Of
course not! But you've rattled me, Judge,--Mr. Secretary."
"No one but Abbott knows of my trip and he in baldest outline. Keep my
secret for me, old man, as long as you possibly can.
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