These were the sights and sounds which met the young man's senses as he came brushing the fallen leaves with his feet.
He leaned against the pole of the farther waggon and looked across the low-glowing fire at the preacher and his wife.
"Look here! I'm a Danite.

Do you mean to say that the Lord's not going to accept of me because I can't stand by and see weak men and women and children killed, or worse than killed, without punishing the murderers?
Supposing that a hundred of Boggs' men were to come down now and put an end to you, your wife, and your child, would you have me go along with them peaceably afterwards and pray they might be forgiven ?" "What is a Danite ?" asked Susannah.
The stranger took off his hat and answered her very respectfully.

"We are under an oath, ma'am, not to tell who belong to us, but we've bound ourselves to punish them as take the blood of the helpless and innocent." He seemed, as far as the light would show, a well-made youth, and his voice was clear and honest.
Halsey had not spoken, and Susannah asked again, this time of her husband, "Can it be wrong to do as this gentleman says ?" The preacher spoke slowly.

"Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord." "But," said the young man eagerly, "the Scripture also says 'There's a time for wrath,' and 'he that sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.'" Halsey rose up.

It was a strong moment for him, for he had long seen that the spirit of retaliation, following hard on the spirit of defence, was the coming curse of his beloved church, and had prayed that he might be the means of helping to ward it off.