"Look here," said he.

"This belong to Davis." The captain took the garment in his hand.

It was a waistcoat made of plaid cloth, yellow, green, and red, and most striking in pattern, and Captain Horn instantly recognized it as the waistcoat of Davis, the Englishman.
"He dead," said Maka, simply.
The captain nodded.

He had no doubt of it.
"Where did you find it ?" he asked.
"Sticking on rock," said the African.

"Lots things down there.