To him the whole world had suddenly opened with glorious promise and in the still depths of the forest he felt like singing out his rejoicing.

He had never stopped to ask himself what might be the end of this passion that had overwhelmed him; he lived only in the present, in the knowledge that Marion was not a wife, and that it was he whom fate had chosen for her deliverance.

He reasoned nothing beyond the sweet eyes that had called upon him, that had burned their gratitude, their hope and their despair upon his soul; nothing beyond the thought that she would soon be free from the mysterious influence of the Mormon king and that for days and nights after that she would be on the same ship with him.

He had emptied the pockets of the coat he had given Neil and now he brought forth the old letter which Obadiah had rescued from the sands.

He read it over again as he sat for a few moments in the cool of the forest and there was no trouble in his face now.