Jane felt his hard, strong hands close round her wrists.

It was not wholly with intent that she leaned toward him, for the look of his eyes and the feel of his hands made her weak.
"It's no trifle--no woman's whim--it's deep--as my heart.

Let me take them ?" "Why ?" "I want to keep you from killing more men--Mormons.

You must let me save you from more wickedness--more wanton bloodshed--" Then the truth forced itself falteringly from her lips.

"You must--let--help me to keep my vow to Milly Erne.