going to answer a decent protest against injustice? Is this—"
"Wait now!" cried Grandma Brown. "Don't get all prodded up. Scott, you give this man a straight answer."
"Very well, Grandma; I'll do that little thing for you," drawled Scott. "Nelson, you and the rest of you Mormons and Jack-Mormons go plumb to hell, but leave my bull behind."
One of Nelson's neighbors rose in his stirrups and shook his fist at Scott. "You dogy-faced Gentile! I've got you marked! You are the one who ran our cattle off Lost Peak five years ago, and we know who helped you."
"Well, I think you Mormons had better get back to your plural wives!" cried John Spencer. "We've had about enough of this."
"Judith," said Douglas, "you take your mother and go home."
Judith turned bright eyes toward him. "Think I'm going to run away? No, sir!"
Elijah's neighbor laid his gun across his own arm. "Say that again, Spencer," he suggested, "unless you aren't willing to fight for your daughter!"
Mr. Fowler sprang up beside Nelson on the doorstep. "I beg of you all to disperse to your homes and don't desecrate the Sabbath by such a scene as this."
"O, don't talk like a fool, Fowler!" exclaimed Grandma Brown. At this moment her little grandson came roaring lustily up the trail. He was covered with muck and snow.
"Judith's bull has got away from us kids and he's headed this way!"
"What were you doing with him?" shrieked Grandma.
"We was going to bring him up here and put him
