XI
The Lone Rider
Waltermyer, followed by the little caravan, reached the foot of the mountains quickly enough; but there it was necessary to stop again; the mounts of his companions were out of condition to go further.
It was not without regret that the indefatigable hunter found himself obliged to halt, he whose horse crossed a hundred miles without stopping, from sunrise to sunset. The fate of Esther worried him greatly, whether she was in the power of the Indians or of the Mormons; the latter even seemed to him more dangerous than the Indians.
- Take off the saddles, my friends, and rub your horses hard," he said in a low voice, "careful grooming refreshes and rests these poor beasts almost as much as good food. We shall walk all the better for it.
- Do you think, Waltermyer, that
