With a terrible look in the flashing eyes which passed along the gun barrel and pierced the very marrow of his assailant, John Stevens answered, through his clenched teeth:
"Yes siree! I am a 'Mormon!' Dyed in the wool!"
With a shaking hand the pistol was lowered, and the soldier said unsteadily:
"Well, you're a damned good feller."
John Stevens turned away in disgust and yet with a quick gratitude for the speedy deliverance.
And now he reached the entrance to the real Camp Scott.
He showed his passports to the sentry, and passed quickly into the tented enclosure, where he was soon ushered into the presence of Governor Cumming and a group of officers, among whom were the Peace Commissioners, no doubt, whom John Stevens had come to seek.
Governor Cumming's countenance lighted as he met the flashing gaze of John Stevens.
"So, Captain Stevens, you are to be my escort into Great Salt Lake City this second time also?"
"If that is my duty, I shall perform it even more cheerfully than I did before, Governor Cumming."