First, from within the cave, would come her scolding and shrieking.

Then we could hear sounds of the thrashing and the yelling of Broken-Tooth.

About this time the two younger children joined in.

And finally, like the eruption of a miniature volcano, Broken-Tooth would come flying out.
At the end of several days his leaving home was accomplished.

He wailed his grief, unheeded, from the centre of the open space, for at least half an hour, and then came to live with Lop-Ear and me.