Then he sprang toward him with a joyful cry of recognition.
"My God, Sherly--Sherly--"
He stood with his arms stretched out, his naked chest heaving.
"Sherly--Lieutenant Sherly--don't you know me?"
The lieutenant had dropped the point of his saber. He advanced a step,
his face filled with astonishment.
"Plum!" he cried incredulously. "Is it you?"
For the moment Nathaniel could only wring the other's hand. He tried to
speak but his breath choked him.
"I told you in Chicago that I was going to blow up this damned
island--if you wouldn't do it for me--", he gasped at last. "I've had--a
hell of a time--"
"You look it!" laughed the lieutenant. "We got our orders the second day
after you left to 'Arrest Strang, and break up the Mormon kingdom!'
We've got Strang aboard the _Michigan_. But he's dead."
"Dead!"
"He was shot in the back by one of his own men as we were bringing him
up the gang-way. The fellow who killed him has given himself up, and
says that he did it because Strang had him publicly whipped day before
yesterday. I'm up here hunting for a man named Obadiah Price. Do you
know--"
Nathaniel interrupted him excitedly.
"What do you want with Obadiah Price?"
"The president of the United States wants him. That's all I know. Where
is he?"
"Back there--dead or very badly wounded! We've just had a fight with the
king's men--"
The lieutenant broke in with a sharp command to his men.
"Quick, lead us to him. Captain Plum! If he's not dead--"
He started off at a half run beside Nathaniel.
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