Governor Ford's face turned pale, and Jones continued: "If you do not do this, I have but one more desire, and that is, if you leave their lives in the hands of those men to be sacrificed--" "What is that, sir?" Ford asked in a hurried tone. "It is," said Jones, "that the Almighty will preserve my life to a proper time and place, that I may testify that you have been timely warned of their danger." Jones then returned to the prison, but the guards drove him away. Going to the hotel he witnessed the discharge of the troops, as the officer had predicted, and shortly afterwards Governor Ford with the McDonough militia, the most friendly to the Saints, departed for Nauvoo, leaving the Carthage Greys, the most blood-thirsty of the troops, to guard the jail. The plot was working admirably without a hitch in the proceedings. "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" John S. Fullmer and Stephen Markham, who had gone forth on errands, were also refused admittance again to the jail, while John Taylor and Willard Richards remained with their leaders. The day passed on, the prisoners and their two friends spent the time in bearing testimony to the truth of the Gospel, the divinity of the Book of Mormon, and in writing to their friends. Almon W. Babbitt called at the jail in the forenoon with a letter from Oliver Cowdery. Shortly after three o'clock there was excitement among the guards. At this hour Elder John Taylor sang the hymn "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief." When he had finished, the Prophet asked him to sing it through once more, which he did. At four o'clock the guard was changed. At five o'clock the jailer, Mr. Stigall, suggested that the prisoners retire to the cell below, where they would be safer. The Martyrdom