It is evidence I have gathered--all these years--to destroy the Mormon kingdom." He tried to turn his head.
"Marion--" he whispered wistfully.
"She will come," said Nathaniel.

"I will call her." "No--not yet." Obadiah's fingers tightened about Captain Plum's.
"I want to tell--you." For a few moments he seemed struggling to command all his strength.
"A good many years ago," he said, as if speaking to himself, "I loved a girl--like Marion, and she loved me--as Marion loves you.

Her people were Mormons, and they went to Kirtland--and I followed them.

We planned to escape and go east, for my Jean was good and beautiful, and hated the Mormons as I hated them.

But they caught us and--thought--they--killed--" The old man's lips twitched and a convulsive shudder shook his body.
"When everything came back to me I was older--much older," he went on.
"My hair was white.