Seeing my danger I sprang and caught him around the waist, with one of his arms in my grasp, which left him only one arm loose.
"I have you now where I want you," he cried.
He was a strong, muscular man, and, no doubt, supposed I would be no match for him. I ordered a young man who stood near to take his gun. I then gripped him with an iron hug, and sent him back into the room.
The old gentleman with whom I was stopping ordered him out of the house unless he would behave himself. He said he had invited me to his house, and felt it his duty to protect me. The Colonel replied that he would go if he could; he never knew before that when he was in the hands of a Mormon he was in a bear's clutches. I said:
"I will take you out if it will accommodate you."
Thus saying, I stepped out on the porch with him. I saw that he was willing to go. This gave me new courage.
"Let me go, or I will blow your brains out when I get loose," he said.
"There is one condition on which I will let you go, which is that you will go home and be quiet and trouble me no more," I replied.
"I will settle with you for all this," was his answer.
It was in the month of July, and very warm. I had hugged him closely, and he was growing weak. As I was in the act of dashing him to the ground he begged of me, saying that if I would set him loose he would go and trouble me no more. I let him fall to the ground, handed him his gun, and let him live. When he got a little distance away he began threatening me, and said he would be revenged. When all had quieted down I retired to rest in the upper story of my friend's house.