shall not come back to
thee. Yet, even so it is well, and hereafter thou shalt know that for
thee and for her all roads lead alike to peace and rest.

Reverently Grenville kissed the marble forehead of this loveliest flower
of East Utah, and then drew himself up, facing his judge and
executioners; and dashing the scalding tears from his eyes, he threw
back his head, and his face became as the face of an angry lion, whilst
his voice rang over the darkening plain and echoed amongst the forest's
secret aisles.

"Cowards and traitors," he cried, "villains who shoot and crucify their
womenkind, Richard Grenville is not dead yet--nor will he die until
every craven soul in East Utah has died miserably. Ay! for every drop
of blood shed by yonder innocent girl ye shall die a thousand horrid and
fearful deaths. I swear it, by the Eternal God above us."

Then, dashing from the spot, he threw himself upon the quagga, which
Rose had left close by, and, riding up to Brother Warden, struck him a
heavy blow across the face with his open hand, and next, as the whole
Mormon nation went at him, sent his strange mount flying down the veldt,
and headed directly for the yawning chasm.

A wild astonished cry broke from the crowd behind the escaped prisoner
as they saw him urge the quagga to speed, and put it fairly at the awful
leap before it. The gallant little brute seemed to know what was
expected of it, and went at the chasm with the most unflinching pluck.
In the rays of the setting sun man and horse could for one moment be
seen outlined against the sky, and for a brief instant there was a dead
silence, broken by one tremendous shout, "Over--he's over!"

No! one more struggle, gallant brute--one more effort, brave Grenville!
Alas! it was not to be.

The quagga reached the further bank with its fore hoofs, sank gradually
back, and, in spite of all its rider could do, was sliding down, down
into the yawning gulf, when Grenville flung himself from its back,
grasping at a bush which overhung the edge of the precipice, and in
another second the sure-footed, nimble little animal was trotting away
over the veldt, unharmed.

But Grenville? Alas! it was hopeless; he felt the bush tearing out by
its roots, and realised in one bitter instant that Rose's sublime
sacrifice had been all in vain. At this moment he swung face outwards,
and in the gathering gloom confronted his enemies on the opposite side
of the chasm. Unrelenting to the