She sprang up, the broken spear standing in her breast, sniffed at Umslopogaas, then, as though she knew that it was he who had robbed her, she seized him by the loins and moocha, and sprang with him over the fence.
"Oh, save him!" cried the girl Nada in bitter woe.

And we rushed after the lioness shouting.
For a moment she stood over her dead cubs, Umslopogaas hanging from her mouth, and looked at them as though she wondered; and we hoped that she might let him fall.

Then, hearing our cries, she turned and bounded away towards the bush, bearing Umslopogaas in her mouth.

We seized our spears and followed; but the ground grew stony, and, search as we would, we could find no trace of Umslopogaas or of the lioness.

They had vanished like a cloud.