At this Susannah shed tears for the first time, which eased his anxiety not a little.
Susannah did not know the Danite's name; it never occurred to her to ask him any question about himself.
At dawn they started again upon their tramp.

The man knew the country, and when the sun was up he brought Susannah out of the forest to a settler's farm.

She was faint now for want of food, walking again, as she had walked last night, with vacant eyes and dull mechanical tread.
The Danite made her sit down upon a stone near the house, and brought a woman to her who carried bread and milk.

Susannah ate and drank without speaking.
"My! but she's tired," said the farmer's wife.

"It's a cruel shame to make her walk so far; you're not a good husband to her, I'm thinking." Having satisfied her need, Susannah turned away dully without a word.
The settler's wife offered the remainder of the bread and milk to the Danite, who regarded it with famished eyes.
"Where's your husband ?" he asked.
"We've enough men about the place." "Where is your husband ?" "He's away with the militia under Lucas." "Then I'll not touch his food," said the Danite.