Unless, indeed, he had floated over them in a time of great flood.
A couple of minutes or so of paddling brought us to the further shore which, as I think I have said, was only about two hundred yards from the mouth of the cave.

The bow of the canoe grated on the bank, disturbing a huge crocodile that vanished into the depths with an angry plunge.
"Land, white lords, land," said Komba with the utmost politeness, "and go, visit the god who doubtless is waiting for you.

And now, as we shall meet no more--farewell.

You are wise and I am foolish, yet hearken to my counsel.

If ever you should return to the Earth again, be advised by me.
Cling to your own god if you have one, and do not meddle with those of other peoples.