The Danite answered the challenge of one of these men with apparent meekness; Susannah perceived that he had gained in self-control.

When they had entered the road, along the sides of which the forlorn multitude lay, they travelled for some way upon it, the Danite speaking in low tones now and then to the Mormon watchers.

At length they came to a place where a few waggons of better description were standing and a number of horses were tied; here he lifted Susannah from the horse.

Three of the Mormon leaders came up; they evidently knew her and her story.

The eldest took her hand and spoke in broken tones of the crown which Halsey had won in the unseen city of God.
These were the first words that Susannah had heard in unison with Halsey's own thoughts, and for his sake they endeared the whole wretched Mormon encampment to her.
A woman, her head and shoulders wrapped in a shawl, sprang down from one of the waggons, and Elvira encountered Susannah.
"You expect me to say that I am sorry for you," she said hurriedly; "I will not.