I haven't got the length of taking off my shoes yet." Darling began to sing one of the inspiriting Mormon hymns.
"When Joseph to Cumorah came." "Poor Joe!" Elvira spoke to the elder in a confidential whisper, "when he cheated over the bank I thought some fiend had put a ring in his nose, and was leading him out to dance, and that I should be able to sit and laugh.

Now he's lying upon straw in the gaol.

What will they do to him if they lynch him ?" "Tear him limb from limb," whispered Darling, also under his breath.

He was probably shrewd enough to know the force of Smith's suffering in stimulating the piety of the faithful, but truth, and grief concerning the truth, were in his words also.

He sighed a big sincere sigh, and repeated sadly, "Tear him limb from limb, or burn him to death by a slow fire." Such atrocities, as practised upon criminal negroes, were not unknown in the locality, which gave the elder's words a graphic power, but Elvira's answer was wholly unexpected.
"How droll!" she returned.
The elder was annoyed.