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"
I
am
Jefferson
Hope
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
remember
me
.
"
The
Mormon
looked
at
him
with
undisguised
astonishment
--
indeed
,
it
was
difficult
to
recognize
in
this
tattered
,
unkempt
wanderer
,
with
ghastly
white
face
and
fierce
,
wild
eyes
,
the
spruce
young
hunter
of
former
days
.
Having
,
however
,
at
last
,
satisfied
himself
as
to
his
identity
,
the
man
's
surprise
changed
to
consternation
.
"
You
are
mad
to
come
here
,
"
he
cried
.
"
It
is
as
much
as
my
own
life
is
worth
to
be
seen
talking
with
you
.
There
is
a
warrant
against
you
from
the
Holy
Four
for
assisting
the
Ferriers
away
.
"
"
I
do
n't
fear
them
,
or
their
warrant
,
"
Hope
said
,
earnestly
.
"
You
must
know
something
of
this
matter
,
Cowper
.
I
conjure
you
by
everything
you
hold
dear
to
answer
a
few
questions
.
We
have
always
been
friends
.
For
God
's
sake
,
do
n't
refuse
to
answer
me
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
the
Mormon
asked
uneasily
.
"
Be
quick
.
The
very
rocks
have
ears
and
the
trees
eyes
.
"
"
What
has
become
of
Lucy
Ferrier
?
"
"
She
was
married
yesterday
to
young
Drebber
.
Hold
up
,
man
,
hold
up
,
you
have
no
life
left
in
you
.
"
"
Do
n't
mind
me
,
"
said
Hope
faintly
.
He
was
white
to
the
very
lips
,
and
had
sunk
down
on
the
stone
against
which
he
had
been
leaning
.
"
Married
,
you
say
?
"
"
Married
yesterday
--
that
's
what
those
flags
are
for
on
the
Endowment
House
.
There
was
some
words
between
young
Drebber
and
young
Stangerson
as
to
which
was
to
have
her
.
They
'd
both
been
in
the
party
that
followed
them
,
and
Stangerson
had
shot
her
father
,
which
seemed
to
give
him
the
best
claim
;
but
when
they
argued
it
out
in
council
,
Drebber
's
party
was
the
stronger
,
so
the
Prophet
gave
her
over
to
him
.
No
one
wo
n't
have
her
very
long
though
,
for
I
saw
death
in
her
face
yesterday
.
She
is
more
like
a
ghost
than
a
woman
.
Are
you
off
,
then
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
am
off
,
"
said
Jefferson
Hope
,
who
had
risen
from
his
seat
.
His
face
might
have
been
chiselled
out
of
marble
,
so
hard
and
set
was
its
expression
,
while
its
eyes
glowed
with
a
baleful
light
.
