ZORABEL.
GENERAL MORONI.
I.
THE CAPITULATION OF THE LAMANITES.
Moroni leaned back in his chair under the canopy of his tent. Another man, under the strain that the young general had passed through, would have looked wan and haggard. He possessed that inexhaustible vitality characteristic of great leaders, that can be drained heavily and still meet all emergencies.
"A messenger to see you, sir," announced a young lieutenant, pulling back the flap of the tent.
Moroni looked up to behold an Indian of powerful build. As he entered the fur mantle fell from his shoulders leaving them bare. As their eyes rested on the superb figure whose skin glittered like polished mahogany, the captains in the room ejaculated in admiration. The new comer's bold eyes scanned every face and finally rested on that of the youngest man in the room.
"I address the commander-in-chief of the Nephite forces?" he presumed.
Moroni eyed him keenly, as he inclined his head.