not now prolong my talk with you. But I have a way out of your trouble.
You know Elder Malby. He is a wise man and knows the gospel much better
than I. He will gladly talk to you."

"Thank you. That's a good suggestion; but you--"

"I shall have to be content to look from afar off, or perchance to
listen in silence. Good night."

And so it happened that the very next morning when the passengers were
looking eagerly to the near approach to Queenstown, Lucy and Elder Malby
were seen sitting on deck in earnest conversation. Chester promenaded at
a distance with some envy in his heart; but he kept away. For fully an
hour the girl and the elderly missionary talked. Then the minister,
coming on deck saw them. He, no doubt, thought she was well out of
harm's way in such company, for he did not know Elder Malby. When he
caught sight of Chester he went up to him, took him by the arm and fell
into his stride.

Their conversation began with the common ship-board topics. Then the
minister asked his companion more about himself and his life. It seemed
to Chester that he purposely led up to his personal affairs, and he
wondered why. There were some parts of his history that he did not
desire to talk about. What did this man wish to know?

"How long did you live in Utah?" asked the minister, after receiving
little information about Chester's birth and parentage.

"Altogether, about a year."