They each put an arm under mine.

It was Brown who spoke and stole from our sails what little wind there might have been.
"Decline to plead!" he shouted boisterously.

"You're no judge, you're a pirate! You're not fit to try natives, let alone white men! You're a disgrace, that's what you are! All you're fit for is to make a decent fellow glad he needn't know you!" "Silence!" roared the lieutenant, banging on the table with his open palm--then with his fist--then with a mallet.
"Silence yourself!" retorted Brown as soon as the hammering ceased.
"You ought to be ashamed o' yourself! Your court's a bally disgrace, an' you're the worst thing in it! You and your Kaiser can go to hell, and be damned to both of you!" "One month in jail for contempt of court and Majestaets-beleidigung!" snapped the lieutenant.

"Take him away!" Quite clearly that was not the first time that a white man had been imprisoned in Muanza.

There was no hesitation about the way in which an askari seized Brown's wrists or a sergeant snapped the handcuffs.
He was hustled out expostulating, kicked on the shins by the sergeant when he faced about to argue, and shoved into a run by both sergeant and askari.
"You others would better be careful what you say!" said the lieutenant.
"I've a mind to share Brown's cell!" said Will, but the lieutenant affected not to hear that.
"Since you refuse to plead in this court, you shall be held until the arrival of Major Schunck from the coast.