Sometimes where the trees were thin their legs were tangled knee-deep in a plant covered with minute white feathery blossoms, looking like white swan's-down shot through with green light, that carpeted miles of the ground; sometimes the trees had fallen so thickly that they had to clamber from log to log rather than walk; sometimes their way was a bog, and they were in danger of sinking deeper than was safe.
Susannah asked no questions.

She had heard and understood all the words that had passed in the incident of the morning.

She felt cowed now, afraid to think what might come next; it was enough that the Danite had evidently some point in view.
About four in the afternoon they left the forest and came to another and much larger house.

The Danite advanced here with more confidence and spoke with some men who gathered at their approach.

Afterwards three men, a father and sons, came and one after the other shook hands respectfully with Susannah.