Come then and see with your eyes," and she led them to where Ralph lay in his blood, the water yet dripping from his hair and clothes.
"Alas! he is dead," they groaned and wrung their hands.
"He is not dead, he will live; for while you slept I found him," she answered.

"Swift now, bring me the waggon box that is full of clothes, and the blankets off the cartel." They obeyed her, and very quickly and gently--for of all doctors Sihamba was the best--with their help she drew off his wet garments, and, having dried him and dressed his wounds with strips of linen, she put a flannel shirt upon him and wrapped him in blankets.

Then she poured brandy into his mouth, but, although the spirit brought a little colour into his pale face, it did not awaken him, for his swoon was deep.
"Lay him on the cartel in the waggon," she said, and, lifting him, they placed him upon the rimpi bed.

Then she ordered them to inspan the waggon, and this was done quickly, for the oxen lay tied to the trek-tow.

When all was ready she spoke to the two men, telling them what had happened so far as she knew it, and adding these words: "Trek back to the stead as swiftly as you may, one of you sitting in the waggon to watch the Baas Kenzie and to comfort him should he wake out of his swoon.