"Ah!"
"Buck Mormons from Echo and Heber, and that way. One of them said to the other, 'The bishop will be along soon. The orders is, we're none of us to make a move, but to have the sleighs ready to start out quick, and one fixed with furs in it and blankets, to keep the girl warm.'"
"What makes you think they meant Miss Travenion?"
"They described her."
"Did you hear the name of the bishop?"
"Yes," answers Buck. "It was the cuss who came West with you and her!"
"Kruger!—Hush! Speak lower! Whisper to me!"
"I am a-whisperin'!" says the boy. "It's the lowest I've got. I've spoilt my voice hollerin' as news-agent, an' I can't bring it down!"
"Are the Mormon teamsters armed?"
"They ain't Mormon teamers. Some of them is disguised. I heard one of them call another 'Constable,' and the other chinned him as 'Sheriff.' Hadn't we better tell the conductor?"