She rose and ran as swiftly as she could towards the spot whence the sound came.

Presently she was there.

Before her in the glade, holding the screaming Tota in her arms, was a figure in which, notwithstanding the rough disguise of baboon skins and colouring matter, she had no difficulty in recognizing Hendrika, and all about her were numbers of baboons, rolling over and over in two hideous heaps, of which the centres were the unfortunate dogs now in process of being rent to fragments.
"Hendrika," Stella cried, "what does this mean?
What are you doing with Tota and those brutes ?" The woman heard her and looked up.

Then Stella saw that she was mad; madness stared from her eyes.

She dropped the child, which instantly flew to Stella for protection.