She forgot all else; she rushed toward the middle of the green, drawing back only when some of the horsemen dashed across her path to follow their fellows.

They stared at her and, as they went, called to some who were still behind them.
One of these came on, checked his horse, and looked in Susannah's face insultingly.

No doubt her eyes were dazed, and she looked to him like a mad woman, but she remembered afterwards that the child showed anger and babbled that the horseman was a bad man.

At this the rider took out his pistol and pointed it at the child and fired and rode off laughing.
Susannah saw the young Danite bending over her.

His words were hoarse and so sorrowful that she gathered from their tone that she was in great distress before she understood their purport or memory awoke.