iles around you."

"I don't care whether they come or not."

"I know you don't. It isn't necessary in such a time as this for you and
me to look back."

"I told you at the time I wouldn't forget it, Jim. You stood by me when
I married Cecilia in the teeth of the Mormons, and I'll stand by you
through any mob of Gentiles. My sail-boat's out yonder, and it's yours
as long as you want it; and we'll provision it."

"That's what I was going to ask, Ludlow."

"If I were you I'd put for Green Bay. Old neighbors are there, my father
among them."

"That was my plan!"

"But," Ludlow added, turning his thumb over his shoulder with
embarrassment, "they're all Gentiles in Green Bay."

"Elizabeth and I talked it over in the boat. I told her the truth before
God. We've agreed to live apart. Ludlow, I never wanted any wife but
Rosanne, and I don't want any wife but Rosanne now. You don't know how
it happened; I was first of the young men called on to set an example.
Brother Strang could bring a pressure to bear that it was impossible to
resist. He might have threatened till doomsday. But I don't know what
he did with me. I told him it wasn't treating Elizabeth fair. Still, I
married her according to Saints' law, and I consider myself bound by my
pledge to provide for her. She's a good girl. She has no one to look to
but me. And I'm not going to turn her off to shift for herself if the
whole United States musters against me."

"Now you talk like a man. I think better of you than I have for a couple
of weeks past."

"It ought to make me mad to be run off of Beaver. But I couldn't take
any interest. May I see Rosanne?"

"Go right up-stairs. Cecilia took her up to put her to bed. The walls
and floors are thick here or she would have heard your voice."

"Poor little Rosanne! It's been a hard day for her."

The young Mormon paused before ascending. "Ludlow, as soon as you can
give me a few things to make the women comfortable for the run to Green
Bay, I'll take them and put out."

"Tell Cecilia to come down. She'll know what they need."

Until Cecilia came down and hugged Elizabeth silently but most tenderly
the lighthouse-keeper stood with his feet and gaze planted on a braided
rug, not knowing what to say. He then shifted his feet and remarked:

"It's a fine night for a sail, Elizabeth. I think we're going to have
fair weather."

"I think we are," she answered.

Hurried preparations were made for the voyage. Elizabet