"What place is this ?" cried Susannah's voice from the darkness.
"It's John Biery's hotel." "Will you have the kindness to tell me if you know of any one called Mr.Joseph Smith ?" There was some talking within.

"No, we never heard of Mr.Joseph Smith." "Or Mr.Oliver Cowdery ?" Again there was talking.
"No, it don't seem that we've any of us heard o' those names before.

Be you alone ?" The deep bass voice of John Biery was becoming more insistent in its rising inflection.
For some half-minute Susannah did not answer, and then fear of being compelled to retake the road made irresolution impossible.
"Indeed, sir, I am not alone.

I have in the chaise with me a sick man, and I fear that he may be dying.

I thought to find friends, but it seems in the darkness I have missed my way.