Then I made signs that I wanted food, and she threw wood on the fire, which I forgot to tell you was burning in the cave, and began to make some of the broth that she used to cook very well, and she did not seem to have forgotten all about it.

At any rate the broth was not bad, though neither Tota nor I could drink much of it.

Fright and weariness had taken away our appetites.
"After the meal was done--and I prolonged it as much as possible--I saw Hendrika was beginning to get jealous of Tota again.

She glared at her and then at the big knife which was tied round her own body.

I knew the knife again, it was the one with which she had tried to murder you, dear.