By the time that it began to draw the paddles had propelled us about four hundred yards from the wharf, whence many canoes, with their sails already set, were starting in pursuit.

Standing in the prow of the first of these, and roaring curses and vengeance at us, was Komba, the new Kalubi, who shook a great spear above his head.
An idea occurred to me, who knew that unless something were done we must be overtaken and killed by these skilled boatmen.

Leaving Mavovo to attend to the sail, I scrambled aft, and thrusting aside the fainting Hans, knelt down in the stern of the canoe.

There was still one charge, or rather one cap, left, and I meant to use it.

I put up the largest flapsight, lifted the little rifle and covered Komba, aiming at the point of his chin.