own trail back, kicking and pounding the snow to make better footing for the horses. He took Justus' reins and led him into the trail.
Horses hate the snow. These shied and balked, stood trembling and uncertain, shook their heads and kicked, and Justus nipped at Doug's shoulder with ugly, yellow teeth. But he pulled them on and by mid-afternoon they were in the open valley with snow not above the animals' knees. Gradually the Mormon buck fences appeared, and, just at dusk, a twinkling light.
Douglas rode up to the cabin and, dismounting, knocked at the door.
It was opened by Elijah Nelson, his big bulk silhouetted in the door-frame.
"Good-evening!" said Douglas.
"Good-evening!" returned the Mormon.
"Did Judith Spencer come through this way?"
Nelson shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care to hold converse with any one from Lost Chief."
Douglas moistened his wind-fevered lips. "I'm not trying to hold converse with you. My sister has run away from home. I've lost her trail and I'm scared about her. I won't stop a minute if you'll just answer my question."
A woman pushed up beside Elijah. "Who is it, Pa? For pity's sake, young man, come in! It's a fearful cold night and this open door is freezing the whole house."
Elijah stood back and Douglas strode into the kitchen. Several children were sitting around the supper table. Nelson repeated Douglas' query to his wife, adding, "He's the young man who brought the preacher into Lost Chief and who called me a bastard American."
The woman stared at Douglas. He was haggard and
