The cubs heard him, and, thinking that it was their mother who returned, began to whine and purr for food.

Guided by the light of their yellow eyes, he crept over the bones, of which there were many in the cave, and came to where they lay.

Then he put out his hands and seized one of the cubs, killing the other with his assegai, because he could not carry both of them.

Now he made haste thence before the lions returned, and came back to the thorn fence where we lay just as dawn as breaking.
I awoke at the coming of the dawn, and, standing up, I looked out.

Lo! there, on the farther side of the thorn fence, looking large in the grey mist, stood the lad Umslopogaas, laughing.