From his knowledge of the Beaver Island Mormons he was satisfied that the old man who displayed gold in such reckless profusion was anything but a bachelor.

In all probability this was one of his wives and the cabin behind him, he concluded, was for some reason isolated from the harem.

"Evidently that little Saintess is not a flirt," he concluded, "or she would have given me time to speak to her." The continued absence of Obadiah Price began to fill Captain Plum with impatience.

After an hour's wait he reentered the cabin and made his way to the little room, where the candle was still burning dimly.

To his astonishment he beheld the old man sitting beside the table.