The Spirit of Bambatse, 1st US edition

He let himself down the falls

There they stood, all four of them...staring at the white Benita

He looked like a panther about to spring.

'White maiden,' he said... 'For you at least I have good tidings'

Loss of nerve... caused his foot to slip

Behold! Before her lay the burst bag.

'Who gave you and your brother yonder your lives?'

By way of answer Benita pulled up the horse