Others were struggling desperately to get away in the boats.

Foot by foot the Mormons were crushing them back, their battle cries now turned into demoniac yells of victory.

Into the rear of the struggling mass, firing as they ran, charged the handful of men behind Captain Plum and Neil.
For a little space the king's men gave way before them and with wild cheers the powerful fishermen from the coast fought their way toward their comrades.

Many of them were armed with long knives; some had pistols; others used their empty rifles as clubs.

A dozen more men and they would have split like a wedge through the Mormon mass.