have use for her--and Withersteen House and Amber Spring and
seven thousand head of cattle!"

Tull's hard jaw protruded, and rioting blood corded the veins of
his neck.

"Once more. Will you go?"

"NO!"

"Then I'll have you whipped within an inch of your life," replied
Tull, harshly. "I'll turn you out in the sage. And if you ever
come back you'll get worse."

Venters's agitated face grew coldly set and the bronze changed

Jane impulsively stepped forward. "Oh! Elder Tull!" she cried.
"You won't do that!"

Tull lifted a shaking finger toward her.

"That'll do from you. Understand, you'll not be allowed to hold
this boy to a friendship that's offensive to your Bishop. Jane
Withersteen, your father left you wealth and power. It has turned
your head. You haven't yet come to see the place of Mormon women.
We've reasoned with you, borne with you. We've patiently waited.
We've let you have your fling, which is more than I ever saw
granted to a Mormon woman. But you haven't come to your senses.
Now, once for all, you can't have any further friendship with
Venters. He's going to be whipped, and he's got to leave Utah!"