Tull broke the spell with a laugh, a laugh without mirth, a laugh that was only a sound betraying fear.
"Come on, men!" he called.
Jane Withersteen turned again to the rider.
"Stranger, can you do nothing to save Venters ?" "Ma'am, you ask me to save him--from your own people ?" "Ask you?
I beg of you!" "But you don't dream who you're askin'." "Oh, sir, I pray you--save him!" "These are Mormons, an' I..." "At--at any cost--save him.

For I--I care for him!" Tull snarled.

"You love-sick fool! Tell your secrets.

There'll be a way to teach you what you've never learned....

Come men out of here!" "Mormon, the young man stays," said the rider.
Like a shot his voice halted Tull.
"What!" "Who'll keep him?
He's my prisoner!" cried Tull, hotly.