placed.” 

 “I—I am obliged to you, sir, in their behalf, for your kindness to my father and mother and to Miss Corson here.” 

 “You are a thousand times welcome, sir. Can you tell me when you will wish to cross the river?” 

 “At the very earliest moment that God and the mob will let us. To-morrow morning, I hope.” 

 “This has not been agreeable to me, believe me—” 

 “Far less so to us, you may be sure; but we shall be content again when we can get away from all your whiggery, democratism, devilism, mobism!” 

 He spoke with rising tones, and the other flushed noticeably about the temples. 

 “Have your wagons ready to-morrow morning, then, Mr. Rae—at eight? Very well, I shall see that you are protected to the ferry. There has been so much of that tone of talk, sir, that some of our men have resented it.” 

 He turned pleasantly to Prudence. 

 “And you, Miss Prudence, you will be leaving Nauvoo for Springfield, I suppose. As you go by Carthage, I shall wish to escort you that far myself, to make sure of your safety.” 

 The lover turned fiercely, seizing the girl’s wrist and drawing her toward him before she could answer. 

 “Her goal is Zion, not Babylon, sir—remember that!” 

 She stepped hastily between them. 

 “We will talk of that to-morrow, Captain,” she said, quickly, and added, “You may leave us now for we have much to do here in making ready for the start.” 

 “Until to-morrow morning, then, at eight.” 

 He bowed low over the hand she gave him, gracefully saluted the others, and was gone. 

“HER GOAL IS ZION, NOT BABYLON, SIR—REMEMBER THAT!”

 

Chapter IV. A Fair Apostate

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