The Danite put back the earth.
All the grass was strewn pretty thickly with poplar leaves, gold, lined with white, and after leaning against a tree some minutes looking away from the grave, Susannah began gathering up these leaves hastily, so that when he levelled the earth she could strew the top, hiding the place from the curious eyes of strangers.
"I guess, ma'am, if there's anything you would like to take with you now, we'd better go into the bush." "No, there is nothing, but," she cried, "I thank you very much, and if there is anything that would be of use to you--" When the Danite had first laid Halsey under the tree he had taken a white cloth from the tent and wiped the blood from the coat, that Susannah might not be too much shocked at the sight.

He took this cloth now and tore it till the stained fragment alone remained in his hand.

He thrust it in his breast.
"This will stand for the blood of them both," he said.

"I guess that's all I want." But when he had started towards the thicket he remembered Susannah's needs, and went back for a blanket.
The poplar saplings that bordered the creek were still holding a thin gold canopy overhead, and the dogwood was glinting with scarlet.

The other members of the community had gone so far ahead that it was a long time before, making their toilsome way, they came upon their former neighbours.
The fugitives had called a halt where a brook which passed through the bush offered some relief to the pain and fever of those who were wounded.