She looked into his face anxiously, inquiringly when they stopped to listen, like a child who was sure of a stronger spirit at her side.

She held her breath when he held his, she listened when he listened, her feet fell with velvet stillness when he stepped with caution.

Her confidence in him was like a beautiful dream to Nathaniel and he trembled when he pictured the destruction of it.

After a little he reached over and as if by accident touched the hand that was lying on his arm; he dared more after a moment, and drew the warm little fingers into his great strong palm and held them there, his soul thrilled by their gentle submissiveness.

And then in another breath there came to still his joy a thought of the terrible power that chained this girl to the Mormon king.