I suppose it will
leak out eventually."
Milton was staring at Enoch. "Think of all we said and did!" he gasped.
"Especially what we did! Oh, it was glorious! Glorious!" cried Enoch.
"It did all for me that you thought it might, Milton. Do you remember?"
"Yes, I remember. And I remember telling you my personal ambitions!
I'd rather have cut out my tongue!"
"And once you all told what you thought of Enoch Huntingdon!" The
Secretary burst out laughing, and Milton joined him with a great "Ha!
ha!"
"So you were the fugitive from justice, that joined my drunken crew,"
chuckled Milton, wiping the tears from his eyes. "And I came over to
try to put myself straight as to that with the Big Boss!"
"The best part of it all is that excepting Abbott and Jonas and now
you, not a living soul knew it was the Secretary of the Interior who
took the trip."
"Of course, there was Miss Allen!" added Milton. "Don't forget her!
But she's as safe as the Canyon itself at keeping a secret."
"How about the reporter who's said to be on my trail?" asked Enoch.
"He's prowling round on the river, running up an expense account
twenty-three hours and making up lies on the twenty-fourth. Capp told
Mr. Cheney that this reporter, whose name is Ames, I believe, was to
write nothing until his return to New York.
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