In less than a minute the lashings were fast and it was hanging on his back.

Again suspicion took me, but an argument which had sprung up between Brother John and Komba about the former's butterfly net, which Komba suspected of being a new kind of gun or at least a magical instrument of a dangerous sort, attracted my notice.

After this dispute, another arose over a common garden trowel that Stephen had thought fit to bring with him.

Komba asked what it was for.

Stephen replied through Brother John that it was to dig up flowers.
"Flowers!" said Komba.