"Yet it would be ill if Umslopogaas came back no more to roll away that rock, for then I should be like one in a grave--as one who is placed in a grave being yet strong and quick." She shuddered as she thought of it, but presently started up and set her ear to the hole to listen, for from far down the mountain there rose a mighty howling and a din of men.
When Umslopogaas had shut the cave, he moved swiftly down the mountain, and with him went certain of the wolves; not all, for he had not summoned them.

His heart was heavy, for he feared that Galazi was no more.

Also he was mad with rage, and plotted in himself to destroy the Slayers of the king, every man of them; but first he must learn what they would do.

Presently, as he wended, he heard a long, low howl far away in the forest; then he rejoiced, for he knew the call--it was the call of Galazi, who had escaped the spears of the Slayers.
Swiftly he ran, calling in answer.

He won the place.