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Updated: June 2, 2025
And behold, it was night and they did pitch their tents, for the chief captains of the Lamanites had supposed that the Nephites were weary because of their march; and supposing that they had driven their whole army therefore they took no thought concerning the city of Manti.
His bold confidence in himself which she had once admired repelled her now; she saw in it the brazen egotism of the gross sensualist, seeking new victims. "I am in a hurry," she said, stiffly; "you will pardon me if I proceed." He jumped Nigger off the trail and watched with gloomy, disappointed eyes, her rapid progress toward Manti. Then he urged Nigger onward, toward Levins' cabin.
Bishop Snow took soon occasion to get up another meeting at the schoolhouse, so as to have the people of Manti and the young woman that he wanted to marry attend the meeting. When all had assembled the old man talked to the people about their duty to the Church, their obligation to obey counsel and the dangers of refusal; and called attention to the case of the young man.
The Bishop shaded his eyes with his hand and peered up the road at the shambling figure once more moving ahead of the tormenting children. "That? Oh, that's only Tom Potwin. You heard about him, I guess. No? Well, he's a simple been so four years now. Don't you recollect? He's the lad over at Manti who wouldn't give up the girl Bishop Warren Snow wanted.
For a time after the coming of Rosalind, Corrigan sat in a big rocking chair, looking thoughtfully down the Manti trail, listening to the girl talk of the country, picturing her on a distant day not too distant, either, for he meant to press his suit sitting beside him on the porch of another house that he meant to build when he had achieved his goal.
Why not take the Judge with you to Manti, get the record, takin' a bunch of your boys with you an' salivate that damned Corrigan an' his deputies!" Trevison laughed softly. "I don't want any violence if I can avoid it. My land won't run away while we're in Santa Fe. And the Judge doesn't want to meet Corrigan just now. I don't know that I blame him." "Where's the record?"
He was pointed out, it is true, as the man who had hurled banker Braman through the window of his bank building; there was a hazy understanding that he was having some sort of trouble with Corrigan over some land titles, but in the main Manti buzzed along, busy with its visions and its troubles, leaving Trevison with his.
It seemed to her that every person in Manti gathered in front of the shed that all had heard of the abduction of the Judge. Some one secured an iron bar and battered the lock off the door; a half-dozen men dragged the Judge out, and he stood in front of the building, swaying in the hands of his supporters, his white hair disheveled, his lips blood-stained and smashed, where Corrigan had hit him.
Bowling along over the new tracks toward Manti in a special car secured at Dry Bottom by Corrigan, one compartment of which was packed closely with books, papers, ledger records, legal documents, blanks, and even office furniture, Judge Lindman watched the landscape unfold with mingled feelings of trepidation, reluctance, and impotent regret.
Here and there a light burned in a dwelling or store, or shone through the wall of a tent-house. But Manti's one street was deserted the only peace that Manti ever knew, had descended.
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