"Ma'am," he said, "I'll take you down to your own waggon by the creek." She found herself sitting on the ground, her child in her arms.

The child was dead; she knew that as soon as she looked at him.

There was a little trickle of blood upon the light frock over his heart, but not much.
As yet no women, only a few men, had ventured forth, and the sound of the enemy's horses and shouting were still in the air.

Susannah rose up, folding in her arms the body of the child; the momentum of her first intention was upon her will and muscles; she moved straight on toward the place where she had last seen Halsey.
The young Danite took hold of her sleeve when he perceived whither she went.
"'Tisn't no use, ma'am.

Some of the brothers have attended to him." Susannah looked straight in the young man's face with perfect courage.
"Is he dead ?" But the Danite had not courage for this; he turned away and put his arm over his eyes; she heard him grind his teeth in dumb passion.
Some of the men and women lying on the grass were moaning or screaming with the pain of their injuries.