She avoided his eyes.
"Yes, yes," assented the old man, "and you know of our persecutions here--how we had to finish the temple with our arms by our sides, even as the faithful finished the walls of Jerusalem--and how we were driven out by night--" "Quiet, father!" "Yes, yes.

Ah, this gathering out! How far shall we go, laddie ?" "Four hundred miles to winter quarters.

From there no one yet knows,--a thousand, maybe two thousand." "Aye, to the Rockies or beyond, even to the Pacific.

Joseph prophesied it--where we shall be left in peace until the great day." The young man glanced quickly up.
"Or have time to grow mighty, if we should not be let alone.

Surely this is the last time the Lord would have us meek under the mob." "Ho, ho! As you were twelve years ago, trudging by my side, valiant to fight if the Lord but wills it! But have no fear, boy.