He turned and rushed back over the brow of the hill, and, lo! there before him was the murderess.

Already she had grasped Nada by the hair, already her spear was lifted to pierce her.

Umslopogaas had no spear, he had nothing but a little stick without a knob; yet with it he rushed at the mad woman and struck her so smartly on the arm that she let go of the girl and turned on him with a yell.

Then, lifting her spear, she struck at him, but he leapt aside.

Again she struck; but he sprang into the air, and the spear passed beneath him.