His head was twisted so that his face was turned to the glow of the lamp and Nathaniel shuddered as he saw where his shot had struck.

He had apparently died with that last cry on his lips.
There was no longer a fear of the Mormons in Nathaniel.

He believed the king and Arbor Croche dead, and that in the gloom and excitement of the night he could go among the people of St.James undiscovered.

A great load was lifted from his soul, for if he had not been in time to save Marion he had at least delivered her after a short bondage.

He had now only to find Marion and she would go with him, for she loved him--and Strang was no more.
He hurried through the grove toward the temple.