Then Umslopogaas, who alone did not wait his onslaught, but had stepped aside for his own ends, uttered a loud cry and drove his assegai into the lion behind the shoulder, so that with a groan the brute rolled over dead.
Meanwhile, the lioness stood without the fence, the second dead cub in her mouth, for she could not bring herself to leave either of them.

But when she heard her mate's last groan she dropped the cub and gathered herself together to spring.

Umslopogaas alone stood up to face her, for he only had withdrawn his assegai from the carcass of the lion.

She swept on towards the lad, who stood like a stone to meet her.

Now she met his spear, it sunk in, it snapped, and down fell Umslopogaas dead or senseless beneath the mass of the lioness.