We passed through and found ourselves in a second, much larger cave, that I at once recognized as the one of which Indaba-zimbi had shown me a vision in the water.

Light reached it from above--how I know not--and by it I could see a form half-sitting, half lying on some skins at the top end of the cave.

I rushed to it.

It was Stella! Stella bound with strips of hide, bruised, torn, but still Stella, and alive.
She saw me, she gave one cry, then, as I caught her in my arms, she fainted.

It was happy indeed that she did not faint before, for had it not been for the sound of her voice I do not believe we should ever have found that cunningly hidden cave, unless, indeed, Indaba-zimbi's magic (on which be blessings) had come to our assistance.
We bore her to the open air, laid her beneath the shade of a tree, and cut the bonds loose from her ankles.