m at every
turn, held them up to the ridicule of their own people, slaughtered at
least one-fourth of the whole nation, and finally had, single-handed,
almost entirely destroyed their town, and at one fell swoop wrested from
their grasp the precious gunpowder which was to have sustained and
defended them for many years to come.

On his part, Grenville was quietly saying to himself that these three
men were very much what he had expected them to prove.

There was one venerable old man, with snowy white hair; his age must
have been quite eighty years, and his countenance, though stern, had a
certain appearance of benevolence upon it. The next man--his son beyond
a doubt--was possessed of all his father's bad features without any of
the good; taken all through, he had a cruel face and one which was,
moreover, weak and vacillating, as well as sinister and sensual. The
third member of this singular triumvirate was an enormous fellow,
standing at least six feet three, and broad in proportion, a repulsive
countenance, with villainy, murder, and rapine written upon every line
of it--a man with the face of a satyr and the manners of a bear. Such
was Ishmael Warden, the latter day Saint who clearly dominated the
Mormon Trinity in East Utah.

For fully a minute Grenville waited the pleasure of his captors, and
then the oldest member of the Trinity addressed him.

"What is your name, prisoner?" he asked.

"Richard Grenville, a subject of her Britannic Majesty," was the answer,
given in clear and contemptuous tones.

"You are accused of the crime of wilful murder, and will be tried in
three days. Guards, remove prisoner."

"And," bellowed the Satyr, "if he should escape, remember your life goes
for his."

Grenville was then dragged away by his captors, who threw him into a
damp underground cell, apparently cut out of the rock. Here, without
food, water, or light, they left him, and, fastening the door upon him,
placed an armed sentry outside.

As he was led away from the Common Hall, Grenville had noticed that the
night had become clear and fine again, and through the grated door he
could see the rays of silvery moonlight, and thought regretfully to
himself that it was now shimmering down upon the plateau in all its
radiant glory, and lighting up the anxious faces of the friends waiting
for one who would return to them no more.

He thoroughly realised his awful position. The Mormon prophet's words
meant that in th