I'll say here, if I'd known Mormons then as I do now I'd left Milly to her fate.
For mebbe she was right about what she'd suffer if I kept on her trail.
But I was young an' wild them days.

First I went to the town where she'd first been taken, an' I went to the place where she'd been kept.

I got that skunk who owned the place, an' took him out in the woods, an' made him tell all he knowed.

That wasn't much as to length, but it was pure hell's-fire in substance.

This time I left him some incapacitated for any more skunk work short of hell.