"When I snatched his kris from him!"
"Yes ... yes."
"Hush, kandjeng, hush!"
"O my God, O my God, it's lightning!... Oh, what a clap, what a clap!"
The mountains echo the rolling thunder, again and again and yet again. The torrent pours down, as though the rain-sails were tearing....
The boy hears his mother's scream.
"Quiet, Ottilie, quiet!"
"I can bear it no longer, I shall faint!"
"Be quiet! Hold his leg. Baboe, you take the other leg!"
"There's blood, on the floor...."