Susannah tied them loose to the front of the chaise and, putting her arms round the fainting man, drew the bandages tightly but with unskilful hands; she lessened the bleeding and caused him such acute pain that he lifted his head and spoke.
"What shall I do ?" she asked piteously.

The blood, diverted from the brain, had left it without healthy circulation, but she did not know yet that this was affecting his mind.
"Friend," he whispered, "that was in truth no bull; it was the devil himself." "The devil ?" she asked faintly.
"He almost succeeded in his cruel attempt to cause us to be discouraged from the way." "It seems to me he only succeeded in causing us to take the way with greater vehemence," she replied in some scorn.
In the next minute she heard him whisper eagerly, "Look up; look between the branches; quick! Do you not see the face looking at us ?" The branches of the overhanging tree were black with night.

She looked up in the direction that his feeble hand indicated, and with indescribable terror scanned the blank spaces in which no human face could possibly be.
"Look!" he whispered again impatiently.

"Don't you see it?
It is the face of a man.

A white face! It is the face of thy cousin as I saw it yesterday when I was counted worthy to suffer.