_How the Souls of Apostates Were Saved_ The Wild Ram of the Mountains had spoken truly; there was work at hand for the Sons of Dan.

When his Witness at last came to Joel Rae, he tried vainly to recall the working of his mind at this time; to remember where he had made the great turn--where he had faced about.

For, once, he knew, he had been headed the way he wished to go, a long, plain road, reaching straight toward the point whither all the aspirations of his soul urged him.
And then, all in a day or in a night, though he had seen never a turn in the road, though he had gone a true and straight course, suddenly he had looked up to find he was headed the opposite way.

After facing his goal so long, he was now going from it--and never a turn! It was the wretched paradox of a dream.
The day after Brigham's sermon on blood-atonement, there had been a meeting in the Historian's office, presided over by Brigham.

And here for the first time Joel Rae found he was no longer looked upon as one too radical.