"Home, Enoch? Where's your home?"
"N' York's my home. This joint scares me."
"Whom do you want to see in New York, Enoch?"
"Anybody! Nobody! Even the police station'd look better'n that thing.
I can feel it out there now, waitin' and listenin'!"
Seaton stared blankly at the back of Nucky's head. His experiment was not turning out at all as he had planned. Jack often had puzzled him but there had always been something to grasp with Jack. His own boy had been such a good sport! A good sport! Suddenly Seaton cleared his throat.
"Enoch, among the men you know, what is the opinion of a squealer?"
"We hate him," replied the boy, shortly.
"And the other night when you were arrested, you were rather proud of standing up and taking your punishment without breaking down. If one of the men arrested at that time had broken down, you'd all have despised him, I suppose?"
"Sure thing," agreed Nucky, turning his head ever so little toward the man.
"Enoch, why are you breaking down now?"