of the plot for his own
release, and the consequent necessity of abandoning him to his fate, but
also of the death of one of their trusty defenders. Had the Mormons
been now aware that Winfield was dead, Grenville felt sure they would
have delivered an immediate and probably overwhelming attack upon the
spot occupied by the little band of invaders; and he could find it in
his heart to wish that a few more explosive shells had fallen into the
hands of his party, whose position would then have been impregnable.

Soon after dawn the prisoner fell into a troubled sleep, from which he
soon awoke to find himself crying and moaning bitterly. Directly after
this, however, nature re-asserted her claims, and he slept long and
peacefully, dreaming that all had ended quite satisfactorily, and that
he, poor fellow, was at liberty. When aroused to eat his breakfast,
this impression was strong upon him, and he astounded the guards by
asking if the order for his release had come down.

They first smiled, and then said significantly that _he must not expect
that before sundown_.

Grenville then asked where he was to be executed, and was told about a
dozen miles from East Utah, near to the western bridge.

"Why there?" he inquired.

"Oh! only because our graveyard is there, and we first bury the Holy
Three," was the answer, which certainly appeared the reverse of
reassuring.

"Will you bury me when dead?" asked the prisoner, who seemed to take a
gruesome interest in all the details of his own fate.

"Of course we shall," replied a guard; "what did you think we'd do?"

"I was afraid you'd crucify me like those poor devils near the great
stairway; and I didn't enjoy the idea," was the reply.

The men looked wonderingly at one another, and, as Grenville thought,
with awed faces, as if asking what new and unknown horror this was; but
not one of them had a word to say.

The prisoner now inquiring who in East Utah was at the head of affairs,
was soon apprised of the fact that it was Ishmael Warden's own brother,
a man as much feared and hated for his cruel villainies as that worthy
himself had been. Clearly there was no mercy to be looked for from him,
and one of the guards, who appeared well disposed to Grenville, told him
as much.

"I see," replied he. "Well, if he is such a scoundrel as it's easy to
see you think him, I hope my friends will wipe him out for you at an
early opportunity. I'd make another attack on the plat