"Yes, and the first time you go stupefied that way, along’ll come a heathen war-party out of the Utah country, kill a few gardeners, tear up the irrigating system, spoil our crops, and dump stones in the well before we can start defending ourselves. Why are you looking so-oh, I forgot-you were Utahborn before you ran away, weren’t you? But never mind, you could, just possibly, be right about the watch-how he could have missed seeing the old man, that is. You’re sure he was just an ordinary old man-not anything more? Not an angel? Not a beatus?"