The only novel by an author of recognized standing that stages its crucial scenes in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. From the slums of New York to the Canyon country, to Washington's high politics, and back to the Canyon the action shifts rapidly. There's a he-man for hero (comparable to Still Jim) who suggests Roosevelt in his fearless handling of big problems; a beautiful desert heroine; an inimitable negro servant, and other flesh-and-blood men and women. The blending of adventure, romance and humor against the superb background of the western out-doors makes an utterly satisfying story.
ing him in the police station. "Mr. John Seaton wants you to call him up, Foley."
Foley picked up the telephone. Mr. Seaton answered at once. "It was nothing in particular, Foley, except that I wanted to tell you that the red-headed boy and his name, particularly that name, in Minetta Lane, have haunted me. If he gets in trouble again, you'd better let me know."
"You're too late, Mr. Seaton! He's in up to his neck, now." The officer described the raid. "The judge has given him eighteen months at the Point and we're taking him there this afternoon."
"You don't mean it! The young whelp! Foley, what he needs is a licking and a mother to love him, not reform school."
"Sure, but no matter how able a New York policeman is, Mr. Seaton, he can't be a mother! And it's too late! The judge is out o' patience."
"Look here, Foley, hasn't he any friends at all?"
"There's several that want to be friends, but he won't have 'em. He's sittin' in his cell for all the world like a bull pup the first
The first book that I have read in this era that portrayed an African-American as a human being.