Mary Newton, her great deed done, collapsed from emotion and weakness.

The screams of the children sank in a few moments to frightened whimpers.

But the oldest, when they saw the white faces, knew that rescue had come.
Paul brought water from the brook in his cap, and Mary Newton was revived; Jim was reassuring the children, and the other three were in the thickets, watching lest the surviving Senecas return for attack.
"I don't know who you are, but I think the good God himself must have sent you to our rescue," said Mary Newton reverently.
"We don't know," said Paul, "but we are doing the best we can.

Do you think you can walk now ?" "Away from the savages?
Yes!" she said passionately.

She looked down at the dead figures of the Senecas, and she did not feel a single trace of pity for them.