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The Avenging Angels.
TheMormonlookedathimwithundisguisedastonishment—indeed,itwasdifficulttorecognizeinthistattered,unkemptwanderer,withghastlywhitefaceandfierce,wildeyes,thespruceyounghunterofformerdays. Having,however,atlast,satisfiedhimselfastohisidentity,theman’ssurprisechangedtoconsternation.
“Youaremadtocomehere,”hecried. “Itisasmuchasmyownlifeisworthtobeseentalkingwithyou. ThereisawarrantagainstyoufromtheHolyFourforassistingtheFerriersaway.”
“Idon’tfearthem,ortheirwarrant,”Hopesaid,earnestly. “Youmustknowsomethingofthismatter,Cowper. Iconjureyoubyeverythingyouholddeartoanswerafewquestions. Wehavealwaysbeenfriends. ForGod’ssake,don’trefusetoanswerme.”
“Whatisit?”theMormonaskeduneasily. “Bequick. Theveryrockshaveearsandthetreeseyes.”
“WhathasbecomeofLucyFerrier?”
“ShewasmarriedyesterdaytoyoungDrebber. Holdup,man,holdup,youhavenolifeleftinyou.”
“Don’tmindme,”saidHopefaintly.Hewaswhitetotheverylips,andhadsunkdownonthestoneagainstwhichhehadbeenleaning. “Married,yousay?”