The askari next to him had boots on, and got the blame.
The black men who were to search our belongings tried to induce us to hurry, but we insisted on seeing the iron ring riveted to Kazimoto's neck.

The ring had a shackle on it, and through that they passed the long chain that held him prisoner in the midst of a gang of forty men.
Nobody washed the wounds on his back.

We bought water from a woman who was passing with a great jar on her head, and did that much for him.
He was naked.

His clothes that the askaris had torn from him had been thrown outside the court, and some one had stolen them.

Later they gave him a piece of cheap calico to bind round his waist, but during all that hot afternoon he had nothing to keep the sun from his tortured back; nor would they permit us to give him anything.
The mortification of having one's private belongings gone through by black men in uniform was made more exasperating still by the fact that Coutlass and the other Greek and the Goanese were spectators, amusing themselves with comments that came nearer to causing murder than they guessed.
The real motive of the search was evident within two minutes from the commencement.