"Did you ever hear of a gunman named Lassiter?" queried Shefford, with
increasing emotion.

"No."

"Did you ever hear of a Mormon woman named--Jane Withersteen?"

"No."

Shefford drew his breath sharply. He had followed a gleam--he had
caught a fleeting glimpse of it.

"Did you ever hear of a child--a girl--a woman--called Fay Larkin?"

Withers rose slowly with a paling face.

"If you're a spy it'll go hard with you--though I'm no Mormon," he
said, grimly.

Shefford lifted a shaking hand.

"I WAS a clergyman. Now I'm nothing--a wanderer--least of all a spy."

Withers leaned closer to see into the other man's eyes; he looked long
and then appeared satisfied.

"I've heard the name Fay Larkin," he said, slowly. "I reckon that's
all I'll say till you tell your story."

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