"There's room for two here, Neil." A long silence fell between them.

The action during the last few minutes had been too great an effort for Nathaniel and his wound troubled him again.

As the pain and his terrible thoughts of Marion's fate returned to him he regretted that they had not ended it all in one last fight at the door.

There, at least, they might have died like men instead of waiting to be shot down like dogs, their hands bound behind them, their breasts naked to the Mormon rifles.

He did not fear death.