Again she called out in desperation. And, miracle of miracles! she heard an answering cry. She was sure it was Damasi’s voice. “Nomusa! Where are you?”
“Here!” she shrieked. “In the pit! Be careful!”
The leaves and branches were parted, and there was Damasi looking down at her. Zabala was beside him.
“Yo! What a scare you gave us!” Zabala cried.
“Are you all right?” Damasi asked anxiously.
“Yes,” said Nomusa, weakly. “But how frightened I have been!” she confessed.
“Who would not have been frightened?” Damasi answered, looking awesomely at the pit.
“How shall we get her out?” asked Zabala, practically.
Damasi considered. For once, Nomusa had no ideas. She was content to wait to be rescued.
“We must get strong vines and weave them together,” Damasi decided. “Then Nomusa can attach them to herself and we can pull her out.