The evidence was finally closed by dragging under the eaves a felled plantain tree, the spike of red ripe fruit, sprouting therefrom, blushing all over, at so rude an introduction to the notice of strangers.
During this scene, Jarl was privily nudging Samoa, in wonderment, to know what upon earth it all meant.

But Samoa, scarcely deigning to notice interrogatories propounded through the elbow, only let drop a vague hint or two.
It was quite amusing, what airs Samoa now gave himself, at least toward my Viking.

Among the Mardians he was at home.

And who, when there, stretches not out his legs, and says unto himself, "Who is greater than I ?" To be plain: concerning himself and the Skyeman, the tables were turned.

At sea, Jarl had been the oracle: an old sea-sage, learned in hemp and helm.