Susan felt weak, but not the kind of weakness that skulks.

And there lay the difference, the abysmal difference, between courage and cowardice.

Courage has full as much fear as cowardice, often more; but it has a something else that cowardice has not.

It trembles and shivers but goes forward.
Wiping her eyes she went back to her own cabin.

She had neglected closing its other door, the one from the saloon.