Somewhere between the white desert sand and that distant coast of the Mormon kingdom Marion was making her way back to bondage.

Nathaniel had given up all hope of overtaking her now.

Long before he could intercept her she would have reached the island.

When he started again he paddled slowly, and laid out for himself the plan that he was to follow.

There must be no mistake this time, no error in judgment, no rashness in his daring.