Remember now, just as if she were your own little sister." The boy answered stoutly, with shrewd glances about for possible danger.
"Of course I'll stay by her.

I wouldn't run away.

If I'd only had a gun," he continued, in tones of regretful enthusiasm, "I know I could have shot some of those Indians--but these, what do you call them ?--Mormons--they'll keep the Indians away now." "But remember--don't leave my child, for I'm afraid--something warns me." Farther back the others had now fallen in, so that the whole company was in motion.

The two wagons were in the lead; then came the women; and some distance back of these trailed the line of men.
When the latter reached the place where the column of militia stood drawn up in line by the roadside, they swung their hats and cheered their deliverers; again and again the cheers rang in tones that were full of gratitude.

As they passed on, an armed Mormon stepped to the side of each man and walked with him, thus convincing the last doubter of their sincerity in wishing to guard them from any unexpected attack by the Indians.
In such fashion marched the long, loosely extended line until the rear had gone some two hundred yards away from the circle of wagons.