He darted to the door and his cackling laugh rang with the old madness as he pointed into the north where a lurid glow had mounted high into the sky.
"The signal fire--the bell!" he gurgled chokingly.

"They are calling the Mormons to arms--but it is too late--too late! Ho, ho, it is too late, Nat--too late!" He staggered back, gripping his throat, and fell upon the floor.

"Too late--too late," he moaned, groveling weakly, as if struggling for breath.

"Too late--Nat--Marion--" A shiver passed through his body and he lay quite still..