(...) both his hands clutched that cane. It was the shaft of a spear that, either thrown or lunged through the opening, had caught him in the side, just below the ribs; (...) his eyes shone with an amazing lustre. (pg.46)
No doubt about it,
And by the way, I suppose Mr. Kurtz is dead as well by this time. (pg.47)
He is dead..
Talking with... I flung one shoe overboard (pg.47)
The other shoe went flying unto the devil-god of that river (...) the gift has vanished, by means of some spear, arrow, or club. I will never hear that chap speak after all’ (pg. 47)
Absurd! My dear boys, what can you expect from a man who out of sheer nervousness had just flung overboard a pair of new shoes! (pg. 48)