The shadows of the men were cast about upon field and wall as if horrible goblins surrounded and overshadowed the more material goblins who were at work.

They were taking Rigdon's clothes from him.

Their language did not come to her clearly, but it was of the vilest sort, and she heard enough to make her heart shiver and sicken.

They held over him the constant threat that if he resisted they would kill him outright.

If Smith, too, were exposed to such treatment she did not believe that he would submit, and perhaps he was now being done to death not far off.
When they began to beat Rigdon with rods and his screams rang out, Susannah could endure no longer.