"Where is Marion?" he asked. "Tell me, Obadiah--where is Marion?" The councilor seemed not to have heard him. A singular change came into his face and his eyes traveled beyond Nathaniel. Following his glance the young man saw that three men had appeared from the scorched shrubbery about the burned house and were hurrying toward them. Without shifting his eyes Obadiah spoke to him quickly. "Those are king's sheriffs, Nat," he said. "They know me. In a moment they will recognize you. The United States warship _Michigan_ has just arrived in the harbor to arrest Strang. If you can reach the cabin and hold it for an hour you will be saved. Quick--you must run--" "Where is Marion?" "At the cabin! She is at--" Nathaniel waited to hear no more, but sped toward the breach in the forest that marked the beginning of the path to Obadiah's. The shouts of the king's men came to him unheeded. At the edge of the woods he glanced back and saw that they had overtaken the councilor. As he ran he drew his pistol and in his wild joy he flung back a shout of defiance to the men who were pursuing him. Marion was at the cabin--and a government ship had come to put an end to the reign of the Mormon king! He shouted Marion's name as he came in sight of the cabin; he cried it aloud as he bounded up the low steps. "Marion--Marion--" In front of the door that led to the tiny chamber in which he had taken Obadiah's gold he saw a figure. For a moment he was blinded by his sudden dash from the light of day into the gloom of the cabin, and he saw only that a figure was standing there, as still as death. His pistol dropped to the floor. He stretched out his arms, and his voice sobbed in its entreaty as he whispered the girl's name. In response to that whisper came a low, glad cry, and Marion lay trembling on his breast. "I have come back for you!" he breathed. He felt her heart beating against him. He pressed her closer, and her arms slipped about his neck. "I have come back for you!" He was almost crying, like a boy, in his happiness. "I love you, I love you--" He felt the warm touch of her lips. "You will go with me?" "If you want me," she whispered. "If you want me--after you know--what I am--" She shuddered against his breast, and he raised her face between his two hands and kissed her until she drew away from him, crying softly. [Illustration: Marion] "You must wait--you must wait!"