Yes, it was Sihamba herself, for the light of the candles shone full upon her, or, rather, her ghost, and she was hanging to the roof, the tips of her toes just touching the ground, as once he had seen her hang before.
For some seconds the man stared in his terror, and while he stared Suzanne slipped from the hut.

Then muttering, "It is the spirit of the witch, Sihamba, who prophesied my death--her spirit that haunts me," he dropped to his knees, and, trembling like a leaf, turned to creep from the hut.

Next second he was _dead_, dead without a sound, for Sihamba was a doctoress, and knew well where to thrust with the spear.
Of all this Suzanne heard nothing and saw nothing, till presently Sihamba stood by her side holding the skin cape in one hand and the spear in the other.
"Now one danger is done with," she said quietly, as she put on the cape, "but many still remain.

Follow me, Swallow," and, going to the edge of the stream, she hooted like an owl, whereupon Zinti came out of the reeds, looking very cold and frightened.
"Be swift," whispered Sihamba, and they started along the krantz at a run.

Before they were half way across it, the storm-clouds, which had been thinning gradually, broke up altogether, and the moon shone out with a bright light, showing them as plainly as though it were day; but as it chanced they met nobody and were seen of none.
At length they reached the cleft in the rock that led to the plain below.