He threw himself off his horse, brandishing his arms.
Afterwards it was known that he wanted the villagers to take refuge in their houses, but now they only stared the more at him and at the small army that was approaching.
Susannah heard a shot; then she was deafened by the sound of a volley of muskets.

Paralysed, she stood staring down the road, unable to believe that the two or three hundred mounted men had deliberately levelled their muskets and fired.

Then all around her she became aware of shrieks and sobs and prayers that went up to God.

The brown-eyed Gentile lady who stood beside her had fallen in a curious attitude at her feet.
Susannah darted into the emigrants' tent and, putting down the child, dragged the lady within.

She perceived to her horror that the lady was shot; the bullet had passed through her neck.