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This he made up into a bundle, and, tired as he was, he set himself to walk back through the mountains upon the track of the avenging angels.

For five days he toiled footsore and weary through the defiles which he had already traversed on horseback.

At night he flung himself down among the rocks, and snatched a few hours of sleep; but before daybreak he was always well on his way.

On the sixth day, he reached the Eagle Canon, from which they had commenced their ill-fated flight.

Thence he could look down upon the home of the saints.

Worn and exhausted, he leaned upon his rifle and shook his gaunt hand fiercely at the silent widespread city beneath him.

As he looked at it, he observed that there were flags in some of the principal streets, and other signs of festivity.

He was still speculating as to what this might mean when he heard the clatter of horse's hoofs, and saw a mounted man riding towards him.

As he approached, he recognized him as a Mormon named Cowper, to whom he had rendered services at different times.

He therefore accosted him when he got up to him, with the object of finding out what Lucy Ferrier's fate had been.

"I am Jefferson Hope," he said. "You remember me."

The Mormon looked at him with undisguised astonishment - indeed, it was difficult to recognize in this tattered, unkempt wanderer, with ghastly white face and fierce, wild eyes, the spruce young hunter of former days.

Having, however, at last, satisfied himself as to his identity, the man's surprise changed to consternation.

"You are mad to come here," he cried. "It is as much as my own life is worth to be seen talking with you. There is a warrant against you from the Holy Four for assisting the Ferriers away."

"I don't fear them, or their warrant," Hope said, earnestly. "You must know something of this matter, Cowper. I conjure you by everything you hold dear to answer a few questions. We have always been friends. For God's sake, don't refuse to answer me."

"What is it?" the Mormon asked uneasily. "Be quick. The very rocks have ears and the trees eyes."

"What has become of Lucy Ferrier?"

"She was married yesterday to young Drebber. Hold up, man, hold up, you have no life left in you."

"Don't mind me," said Hope faintly. He was white to the very lips, and had sunk down on the stone against which he had been leaning. "Married, you say?"

"Married yesterday - that's what those flags are for on the Endowment House.

There was some words between young Drebber and young Stangerson as to which was to have her.

They'd both been in the party that followed them, and Stangerson had shot her father, which seemed to give him the best claim; but when they argued it out in council, Drebber's party was the stronger, so the Prophet gave her over to him.

No one won't have her very long though, for I saw death in her face yesterday.

She is more like a ghost than a woman.

Are you off, then?"

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