Outside, at least two hundred Arabs, Indians, and natives leaned with elbows on the wall and gazed at the scene within.

The lieutenant glared, but otherwise took no notice of our entry; he gave no order, but one of the two sergeants came down from the platform and kicked half a dozen natives off the front bench to make room for us.
We were mistaken in supposing our case would be called first, or even among the first.

The floor in the midst of the court was clear except for a long single line of natives and six askari corporals, each with a whip in his hand.

It was evident at once that these natives were all ahead of us, even if those on the benches were not to be heard and dealt with before our turn came.
"Look at the far end of the line!" whispered Fred.
Lo and behold Kazimoto, looking rather drawn and gray, but standing bravely, looking neither to the right nor left.

I judged he knew we were in court--he could hardly have failed to notice our coming in--but he sturdily refused to turn his head and see us.
"What has he done ?" I wondered.
"Nothing more than told some Heinie to go to hell--you can bet your boots!" said Will.
The lieutenant was in no hurry to enlighten us.