Then I stopped, for it came into my mind that Baleka might have changed her place, and that I might wake the wrong girl.

I almost gave it over, thinking that I would fly alone, when suddenly I heard a girl wake and begin to cry on the other side of the thatch.

"Ah," I thought, "that is Baleka, who weeps for her brother!" So I put my lips where the thatch was thinnest and whispered:-- "Baleka, my sister! Baleka, do not weep! I, Mopo, am here.

Say not a word, but rise.

Come out of the hut, bringing your skin blanket." Now Baleka was very clever: she did not shriek, as most girls would have done.