She looked, and in the gloom she saw the sharp nose and grinning fangs of a wolf that were thrust towards her through the little hole.
Nada cried aloud in fear, and the fangs were snatched back, but presently she heard a scratching without the cave, and saw the stone shake.

Then she thought in her foolishness that the wolf knew how to open the stone, and that he would do this, and devour her, for she had heard the tale that all these wolves were the ghosts of evil men, having the understanding of men.

So, in her fear and folly, she seized the rock and dragged on it as Umslopogaas had shown her how to do.

It shook, it slipped over the socket ledge, and rolled home like a pebble down the mouth of a gourd.
"Now I am safe from the wolves," said Nada.

"See, I cannot so much as stir the stone from within." And she laughed a little, then ceased from laughing and spoke again.