All the powers of the young Danite were strung by excitement into the fiercest vitality, and he thought that physical fatigue was the best medicine for Susannah's mind.

Why he had accepted the work of saving her as part of his mission of Mormon defence he did not ask himself.

In him, as in many athletes, thought and action seemed one.

He acted because he acted; he knew no other reason.
In the middle of the night Susannah woke up.

The stars glimmered above the trees; she was lying on a heap of autumn leaves wrapped in the blanket.