The prophet had lain down with it on the truckle bed.

Long after midnight Susannah began to hear a low sound as of creeping footsteps in the field.

Some people were passing very near, surely they would go past in a moment?
She heard them brushing against the outer wall, and gleams of a light carried fell upon the window.
In a minute more the outer door of the house was broken open.

Emma woke with a cry; instinct, even in sleep, made her spring toward the door that separated her from her husband.
The two women stood in the inner doorway, but the coarse arm of a masked man was already stretched across it, an impassable barrier.

The prophet lay on the child's bed, so heavy with sleep tardily sought that he did not awake until four men had laid hold of him.