But the deed was done--the man escaped.

I knew what the result was going to be, and I thirsted for vengeance.

I ordered out a flock of Destroying Angels, and they hunted the man far into the fastnesses of the Nevada mountains.

But they never caught him.

I am not cruel, sir--I am not vindictive except when sorely outraged--but if I had caught him, sir, so help me Joseph Smith, I would have locked him into the nursery till the brats whistled him to death.
By the slaughtered body of St.Parley Pratt (whom God assail!) there was never anything on this earth like it! I knew who gave the whistle to the child, but I could, not make those jealous mothers believe me.