The leader alone retained his stern, impressive expression.
"Take him, Brother Stangerson," he said, "give him food and drink, and the child likewise.

Let it be your task also to teach him our holy creed.

We have delayed long enough.

Forward! On, on to Zion!" "On, on to Zion!" cried the crowd of Mormons, and the words rippled down the long caravan, passing from mouth to mouth until they died away in a dull murmur in the far distance.

With a cracking of whips and a creaking of wheels the great waggons got into motion, and soon the whole caravan was winding along once more.