Most of the remaining leaves he threw on to the fire.

A dense smoke rose from them, but he held his head in this smoke and drew it down his lungs till I saw that he was exhibiting every sign of suffocation.

The veins in his throat and chest swelled, he gasped loudly, and his eyes, from which tears were streaming, seemed as though they were going to start from his head.

Presently he fell over on his side, and lay senseless.

I was terribly alarmed, and my first impulse was to run to his assistance, but fortunately I remembered his caution, and sat quiet.
Indaba-zimbi lay on the ground like a person quite dead.