The poor little thing woke up and gave a violent jump which caused it to vanish right into the bag.

Then Hendrik pulled the string tight, and together we knotted it so that it was impossible for our captive to escape.

Meanwhile the other baby baboons had rushed from the cave screaming, and when we got outside they were nowhere to be seen.
"'Come on, Missie,' said Hendrik; 'the babyans will soon be back.' He had shouldered the sack, inside of which the white baboon was kicking violently, and screaming like a child.

It was dreadful to hear its shrieks.
"We scrambled down the sides of the kloof and ran for home as fast as we could manage.

When we were near the waterfall, and within about three hundred yards of the garden wall, we heard a voice behind us, and there, leaping from rock to rock, and running over the grass, was the whole family of baboons headed by the old man.
"'Run, Missie, run!' gasped Hendrik, and I did, like the wind, leaving him far behind.