“You see, Mr. Benson, I had heard of this fight of Brother Raymond's, at least I'd heard he'd been attacked by a party of Indians; but yesterday Brother Raymond's father, who is an elder in the church, was here to get his instructions, as I was sending him into the southern part of the state to establish a settlement, and we got to talking of Brother Thomas; and he told me the particulars of the fight.” At this Brother Thomas favoured the governor with a shy smile. “Father hated powerful to go,” he said, “but he reckoned it was the Lord's business you was sending him on, Brother Brigham; and he knuckled under.” Benson felt stupefied and crushed by what he had just heard; he thought of Virginia with infinite pity. He turned to Young. “I want to see where this massacre took place,” he said. “I think my clients would expect this of me. Now, how many days will it take.” “Raymond will be better able to tell you that than I,” said Young. “How many days will it take, Mr. Raymond?” asked Benson. “Five days to go there, and you'll have to come back to Salt Lake if you want to catch up with a party going East.” “Can I secure your services as a guide?” asked the lawyer. “Me? No, I guess not—” said Raymond quickly; but Young interrupted him. “Certainly, Raymond will go with you, Mr Benson,” he said. “Look here, Brother Brigham, you never said I'd have to go,” objected Raymond. “I got business of my own to attend to.” “If Mr. Raymond is unwilling—” began Benson. “Oh, he's willing enough,” said Young, rather grimly. “You'd better take Hickman, too.” “He won't need me if he's got Bill,” said Raymond doggedly. “Yes he will. Understand you'll be paid, well paid. Mr. Benson expects to be fair and liberal with you.” “I don't want his money,” muttered Raymond sullenly. Hickman, who had seemed vastly amused by something in the situation that was not patent to Benson, now slapped Raymond on the back. “Oh, come!” he cried. “You want anybody's money; that's your kind, Tom Raymond. You needn't be scared about the Indians, they're all in my contract.” And in spite of Raymond's reluctance to take part in Benson's quest, he led his pack-mule when Hickman and the lawyer rode out of the city at dawn the next morning. “I am sorry that he seems to be going with us against his inclination,” said Benson. He was disposed to have a greater liking for Raymond than Hickman had been able to inspire him with, and he thought he understood the former's objection to being of the party, and liked him none the less for it. For two days they followed the emigrant trail eastward; but on the third they left it and struck off into the mountains. Raymond led them unerringly, but his sullen temper endured. The fifth day they made their longest march, and it was dark when they went into camp.