“I'm here, Jim! Are all the Mormons coming back?”
“Is Rosanne in your house?”
“Rosanne is here; up-stairs with Cecilia. Come inside, Jim. Have you Elizabeth with you?”
“Yes, I have Elizabeth with me.”
The three entered together. Ludlow shut the door and dropped an iron bar across it. The young men standing opposite were of nearly the same age; but one was fearless and free and the other harassed and haggard. Out-door labor and the skill of the fisheries had given to both depth of chest and clean, muscular limbs. But James Baker had the desperate and hunted look of a fugitive from justice. He was fair, of the strong-featured, blue-eyed type that has pale chestnut-colored hair clinging close to a well-domed head.
“Yes, Rosanne is here,” Ludlow repeated. “Now will you tell me how you got here?”
“I rowed back in a boat.”
“Who let you have a boat?”
“There were sailors on the steamer. After I found Rosanne was left behind I would have had a boat or killed the man that prevented me. I had to wait out on the lake until it got dark. I knew your wife would take care of her. I told myself that when I couldn't find any chance to land in St. James's Bay until sunset.”
“She's been hiding in the lumber on the dock all day.”