I placed my hands beneath his shoulders and pushed him up so that he sat upon the ground.

The woman heard the noise and made a sound in her throat.
"Will you not be quiet, you old hag ?" I said in Noma's voice.

"Can you not let me be at peace, even now when I am dead ?" She heard, and, falling backwards in fear, drew in her breath to shriek aloud.
"What! will you also dare to shriek ?" I said again in Noma's voice; "then I must teach you silence." And I tumbled him over on to the top of her.
Then her senses left her, and whether she ever found them again I do not know.

At least she grew quiet for that time.

For me, I snatched up the rug--afterwards I found it was Noma's best kaross, made by Basutos of chosen cat-skins, and worth three oxen--and I fled, followed by Koos.
Now the kraal of the chief, my father, Makedama, was two hundred paces away, and I must go thither, for there Baleka slept.