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"
Look
here
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
striding
up
to
them
,
"
when
my
daughter
summons
you
,
you
can
come
,
but
until
then
I
do
n't
want
to
see
your
faces
again
.
"
The
two
young
Mormons
stared
at
him
in
amazement
.
In
their
eyes
this
competition
between
them
for
the
maiden
's
hand
was
the
highest
of
honours
both
to
her
and
her
father
.
"
There
are
two
ways
out
of
the
room
,
"
cried
Ferrier
;
"
there
is
the
door
,
and
there
is
the
window
.
Which
do
you
care
to
use
?
"
His
brown
face
looked
so
savage
,
and
his
gaunt
hands
so
threatening
,
that
his
visitors
sprang
to
their
feet
and
beat
a
hurried
retreat
.
The
old
farmer
followed
them
to
the
door
.
"
Let
me
know
when
you
have
settled
which
it
is
to
be
,
"
he
said
,
sardonically
.
"
You
shall
smart
for
this
!
"
Stangerson
cried
,
white
with
rage
.
"
You
have
defied
the
Prophet
and
the
Council
of
Four
.
You
shall
rue
it
to
the
end
of
your
days
.
"
"
The
hand
of
the
Lord
shall
be
heavy
upon
you
,
"
cried
young
Drebber
;
"
He
will
arise
and
smite
you
!
"
"
Then
I
'll
start
the
smiting
,
"
exclaimed
Ferrier
furiously
,
and
would
have
rushed
upstairs
for
his
gun
had
not
Lucy
seized
him
by
the
arm
and
restrained
him
.
Before
he
could
escape
from
her
,
the
clatter
of
horses
'
hoofs
told
him
that
they
were
beyond
his
reach
.
"
The
young
canting
rascals
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
wiping
the
perspiration
from
his
forehead
;
"
I
would
sooner
see
you
in
your
grave
,
my
girl
,
than
the
wife
of
either
of
them
.
"
"
And
so
should
I
,
father
,
"
she
answered
,
with
spirit
;
"
but
Jefferson
will
soon
be
here
.
"
