Marion was there! He rose to his feet again and went on, reason and judgment returning to him--telling him that he was about to play against odds; that his work was to be one of strength and generalship and not of madness.

As he picked his way more slowly and cautiously down the slope a new hope flashed upon him.

Was it possible that the discovery of the approach of the mainlanders had served to save Marion?
In the excitement that followed the calling of the Mormons to arms and the preparations for the defense would Strang, the master of the kingdom, the bulwark of his people, waste priceless time in carrying out the purpose for which he had sent for Marion?
Hardly did hope burn anew in his breast when there came another thought to quench it.

Why had the king sent for Marion on this particular night and at this late hour?
Why, unless at the approach of his enemies he had feared that he might lose his beautiful victim, and in his overmastering passion had called her to him even as his people assembled in defense of his kingdom.
There was desperate coolness in Nathaniel's approach now.

Whatever had happened he would do what Neil had threatened to do--kill Strang.