At this Brother Thomas favoured the governor with a shy smile.
“Father hated powerful to go,” he said, “but he reckoned it was the Lord's business you was sending him on, Brother Brigham; and he knuckled under.”
Benson felt stupefied and crushed by what he had just heard; he thought of Virginia with infinite pity. He turned to Young.
“I want to see where this massacre took place,” he said. “I think my clients would expect this of me. Now, how many days will it take.”
“Raymond will be better able to tell you that than I,” said Young.
“How many days will it take, Mr. Raymond?” asked Benson.
“Five days to go there, and you'll have to come back to Salt Lake if you want to catch up with a party going East.”
“Can I secure your services as a guide?” asked the lawyer.
“Me? No, I guess not—” said Raymond quickly; but Young interrupted him.
“Certainly, Raymond will go with you, Mr Benson,” he said.