A few had kept even their older children to walk beside them, fearing some evil--they knew not what.
One such, a young woman near the last of the line, was leading by the hand a little girl of three or four, while on her left there marched a sturdy, pink-faced boy of seven or eight, whose almost white hair and eyebrows gave him a look of fright which his demeanour belied.

The woman, looking anxiously back over her shoulder to the line of men, spoke warningly to the boy as the line moved slowly forward.
"Take her other hand, and stay close.

I'm afraid something will happen-that man who came is not an honest man.

I tried to tell them, but they wouldn't believe me.

Keep her hand in yours, and if anything does happen, run right back there and try to find her father.