So we mounted with some difficulty, and Hendrika took up the sleeping Tota in her long, sinewy arms.
"See that the 'Baboon-woman' does not run away into the mountains with the little white one," said Indaba-zimbi to me in Kaffir, as he climbed slowly on to the horse.
Unfortunately Hendrika understood his speech.

Her face twisted and grew livid with fury.

She put down Tota and literally sprang at Indaba-zimbi as a monkey springs.

But weary and worn as he was, the old gentleman was too quick for her.

With an exclamation of genuine fright he threw himself from the horse on the further side, with the somewhat ludicrous result that all in a moment Hendrika was occupying the seat which he had vacated.