A glance showed him that the fight was not to center about these.

They had served their purpose, had forced the mainlanders to seek a landing farther down the coast.

The light of dawn had already begun to disperse the thick gloom of night and an eighth of a mile below Nathaniel the Mormon forces were creeping slowly along the shore.

The pale ghostly mistiness of the sea hung like a curtain between him and what was beyond, and even as he strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the avenging fleet a vivid light leaped out of the white distance, followed by the thunder of a cannon.
He saw the head of the Mormon line falter.

In an instant it had been thrown into confusion.