While they were stopping for noon at a small hotel in the canyon, a rain storm came up, which delayed them.

They were not impatient, however, as the moisture was welcome; so the farmers rested easily, letting their horses eat a little longer than usual.
The conversation was such which should be expected of Bishop's counselors, president of Elders' quorums, and class leaders in the Mutual, which these men were.

On this occasion some of the always-present moral problems were discussed.

Dorian was so quiet that eventually some one called on him for an opinion.
"I don't think I can add anything to the discussion," replied Dorian.
"Only this, however: One day in Sunday school Uncle Zed painted the terrors of sin to us boys in such colours that I shall never forget it.
The result in my case is that I have a dreadful fear of moral wrong doing.

I am literally scared, I--" Dorian turned his eyes to the darkened doorway.