There was need for help, as the Danite well saw; then, too, inactivity was torture.

He left Susannah and ran back to bear his part in the common task.
When almost every other living soul was lost in the close thicket he came again, approaching the camp with soft footsteps, peering anxiously.
Susannah had laid the child in his father's arms.

Their enemies seemed to have taken aim for the heart, for Halsey's wound was also there.

She had so laid the child within his arms, heart to heart, that no sign of injury appeared.

She sat by them now, sobbing her tearless sobs, stroking gently, sometimes the hair of the child, more often the thick locks of light hair that lay above her husband's brow.