Above the din of battle Nathaniel's voice rose in thundering shouts to the men in the sea, and close beside him he heard Neil shrieking out a name between his blows.

Like demons they fought straight ahead, slashing with their knives.

The Mormon line was thinning.

The mainlanders had turned and were fighting their way back, gaining foot by foot what they had lost.
Suddenly there came a terrific cheer from the plain and the hope that had flamed in Nathaniel's breast died out as he heard it.

He knew what it meant--that the Mormons at St.James had come to reinforce their comrades.