“Ma’am, you ask me to save him—from your own people?”
“Ask you? I beg of you!”
“But you don’t dream who you’re askin’.”
“Oh, sir, I pray you—save him!”
“These are Mormons, an’ I...”
“At—at any cost—save him. For I—I care for him!”
Tull snarled. “You love-sick fool! Tell your secrets. There’ll be a way to teach you what you’ve never learned.... Come men out of here!”
“Mormon, the young man stays,” said the rider.
Like a shot his voice halted Tull.
“What!”