Then the lioness sprang upon him and worried him.

Still, because of the shield, as yet she could not come at him to slay him; but Umslopogaas saw that this might not endure, for presently the shield would be torn aside and the stranger must be killed.

Now in the breast of the lioness still stood the half of Umslopogaas's broken spear, and its blade was a span deep in her breast.
Then this thought came into the mind of Umslopogaas, that he would drive the spear home or die.

So he rose swiftly, for strength came back to him in his need, and ran to where the lioness worried at him who lay beneath the shield.

She did not heed him, so he flung himself upon his knees before her, and, seizing the haft of the broken spear, drive it deep into her and wrenched it round.