Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 13
AndourfortygreatwagonsthathadrolledovertheRockiesandhalfacrossthecontinentstoodinahelplesscircle.Withoutcattletheycouldrollnofarther.
AtnoonLabancameinfromanotherscout.HehadseenfreshIndiansarrivingfromthesouth,showingthatwewerebeingclosedin.Itwasatthistimethatwesawadozenwhitemenrideoutonthecrestofalowhilltotheeastandlookdownonus.
“Thatsettlesit,”Labansaidtofather.“TheIndianshavebeenputuptoit.”
“They’rewhitelikeus,”IheardAbbyFoxwellcomplaintomother.“Whydon’ttheycomeintous?”
“Theyain’twhites,”Ipipedup,withawaryeyefortheswoopofmother’shand.“They’reMormons.”
Thatnight,afterdark,threeofouryoungmenstoleoutofcamp.Isawthemgo.TheywereWillAden,AbelMilliken,andTimothyGrant.
“TheyareheadingforCedarCitytogethelp,”fathertoldmotherwhilehewassnatchingahastybiteofsupper.
Mothershookherhead.
“There’splentyofMormonswithincallingdistanceofcamp,”shesaid.“Iftheywon’thelp,andtheyhaven’tshownanysigns,thentheCedarCityoneswon’teither.
