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"
Not
sparin
'
horseflesh
,
Captain
,
"
he
muttered
in
a
low
voice
.
"
An
'
what
in
the
name
of
Sam
Hill
are
they
hard-riding
for
if
it
ai
n't
for
us
?
"
But
my
father
had
already
noted
the
condition
of
the
two
animals
,
and
my
eager
eyes
had
seen
him
.
And
I
had
seen
his
eyes
flash
,
his
lips
tighten
,
and
haggard
lines
form
for
a
moment
on
his
dusty
face
.
That
was
all
.
But
I
put
two
and
two
together
,
and
knew
that
the
two
tired
saddle-horses
were
just
one
more
added
touch
of
ominousness
to
the
situation
.
"
I
guess
they
're
keeping
an
eye
on
us
,
Laban
,
"
was
my
father
's
sole
comment
.
It
was
at
Fillmore
that
I
saw
a
man
that
I
was
to
see
again
.
He
was
a
tall
,
broad-shouldered
man
,
well
on
in
middle
age
,
with
all
the
evidence
of
good
health
and
immense
strength
--
strength
not
alone
of
body
but
of
will
.
Unlike
most
men
I
was
accustomed
to
about
me
,
he
was
smooth-shaven
.
Several
days
'
growth
of
beard
showed
that
he
was
already
well-grayed
.
His
mouth
was
unusually
wide
,
with
thin
lips
tightly
compressed
as
if
he
had
lost
many
of
his
front
teeth
.
His
nose
was
large
,
square
,
and
thick
.
So
was
his
face
square
,
wide
between
the
cheekbones
,
underhung
with
massive
jaws
,
and
topped
with
a
broad
,
intelligent
forehead
.
And
the
eyes
,
rather
small
,
a
little
more
than
the
width
of
an
eye
apart
,
were
the
bluest
blue
I
had
ever
seen
.
It
was
at
the
flour-mill
at
Fillmore
that
I
first
saw
this
man
.
Father
,
with
several
of
our
company
,
had
gone
there
to
try
to
buy
flour
,
and
I
,
disobeying
my
mother
in
my
curiosity
to
see
more
of
our
enemies
,
had
tagged
along
unperceived
.
This
man
was
one
of
four
or
five
who
stood
in
a
group
with
the
miller
during
the
interview
.
"
You
seen
that
smooth-faced
old
cuss
?
"
Laban
said
to
father
,
after
we
had
got
outside
and
were
returning
to
camp
.
Father
nodded
.
"
Well
,
that
's
Lee
,
"
Laban
continued
.
"
I
seen
'm
in
Salt
Lake
.
He
's
a
regular
son-of-a-gun
.
Got
nineteen
wives
and
fifty
children
,
they
all
say
.
An
'
he
's
rank
crazy
on
religion
.
Now
,
what
's
he
followin
'
us
up
for
through
this
God-forsaken
country
?
"
Our
weary
,
doomed
drifting
went
on
.
The
little
settlements
,
wherever
water
and
soil
permitted
,
were
from
twenty
to
fifty
miles
apart
.
Between
stretched
the
barrenness
of
sand
and
alkali
and
drought
.
And
at
every
settlement
our
peaceful
attempts
to
buy
food
were
vain
.
They
denied
us
harshly
,
and
wanted
to
know
who
of
us
had
sold
them
food
when
we
drove
them
from
Missouri
.
It
was
useless
on
our
part
to
tell
them
we
were
from
Arkansas
.
From
Arkansas
we
truly
were
,
but
they
insisted
on
our
being
Missourians
.
