And the eyes, rather small, a little more than the width of an eye apart, were the bluest blue I had ever seen.
It was at the flour-mill at Fillmore that I first saw this man.

Father, with several of our company, had gone there to try to buy flour, and I, disobeying my mother in my curiosity to see more of our enemies, had tagged along unperceived.

This man was one of four or five who stood in a group with the miller during the interview.
"You seen that smooth-faced old cuss ?" Laban said to father, after we had got outside and were returning to camp.
Father nodded.
"Well, that's Lee," Laban continued.

"I seen'm in Salt Lake.

He's a regular son-of-a-gun.