She saw us, and a foam of rage burst from her lips.  She screamed aloud.  To me the sound was a mere inarticulate cry, but the baboons clearly understood it, for they began to roll rocks down on to us.  One boulder leaped past me and struck down a Kaffir behind; another fell from the roof of the arch on to a man’s head and killed him.  Indaba-zimbi lifted his gun to shoot Hendrika; I knocked it up, so that the shot went over her, crying that he would kill the child.  Then I shouted to the men to open out and form a line from side to side of the shelving gulley.  Furious at the loss of their two comrades, they obeyed me, and keeping in the water-way myself, together with Indaba-zimbi and the other guns, I gave the word to charge.

Then the real battle began.  It is difficult to say who fought the most fiercely, the natives or the baboons.  The Kaffirs charged along the slopes, and as they came, encouraged by the screams of Hendrika, who rushed to and fro holding the wretched Tota before her as a shield, the apes bounded at them in fury.  Scores were killed by the assegais, and many more fell beneath our gun-shots; but still they came on.  Nor did we go scathless.  Occasionally a man would slip, or be pulled over in the grip of a baboon.  Then the others would fling themselves upon him like dogs on a rat, and worry him to death.  We lost five men in this way, and I myself received a bite through the fleshy part of the left arm, but fortunately a native near me assegaied the animal before I was pulled down.

At length, and all of a sudden, the baboons gave up.  A panic seemed to seize them.  Notwithstanding the cries of Hendrika they thought no more of fight, but only of escape; some even did not attempt to get away from the assegais of the Kaffirs, they simply hid their horrible faces in their paws, and, moaning piteously, waited to be slain.

Hendrika saw that the battle was lost.  Dropping the child from her arms, she rushed straight at us, a very picture of horrible insanity.  I lifted my gun, but could not bear to shoot.  After all she was but a mad thing, half ape, half woman.  So I sprang to one side, and she landed full on Indaba-zimbi, knocking him down.  But she did not stay to do any more.  Wailing terribly, she rushed down the gulley and through the arch, followed by a few of the surviving baboons, and vanished from our sight.

CHAPTER XIII

WHAT HAPPENED TO STELLA

The fight was over.  In all we had lost seven men killed, and several more severely bitten, while but few had escaped without some tokens whereby he might remember what a baboon’s teeth and claws are like.  How many of the brutes we killed I never knew, because we did not count, but it was a vast number.  I should think that the stock must have been low about Babyan’s Peak for many years afterwards.  From that day to this, however, I have always avoided baboons, feeling more afraid of them than any beast that lives.