In his teeth he held the assegai, yet dripping with blood, and in his hands the lion cub that, despite its whines and struggles, he grasped by the skin of the neck and the hind legs.
"Awake, my sister!" he cried; "here is the dog you seek.

Ah! he bites now, but he will soon grow tame." Nada awoke, and rising, cried out with joy at the sight of the cub, but for a moment I stood astonished.
"Fool!" I cried at last, "let the cub go before the lions come to rend us!" "I will not let it go, my father," he answered sullenly.

"Are there not five of us with spears, and can we not fight two cats?
I was not afraid to go alone into their den.

Are you all afraid to meet them in the open ?" "You are mad," I said; "let the cub go!" And I ran towards Umslopogaas to take it from him.

But he sprang aside and avoided me.
"I will never let that go of which I have got hold," he said, "at least not living!" And suddenly he seized the head of the cub and twisted its neck; then threw it on to the ground, and added, "See, now I have done your bidding, my father!" As he spoke we heard a great sound of roaring from the cave in the cliff.