Last of all, there was the explosion, the carrying off of the coin in its canvas sacks to the horses.
Kingozi dropped into the canvas chair, fumbled for a pipe, filled and lighted it.
All else on his canvas is subordinated to the grim image of the colossal Puritan.
The chariots, some of them still hooded in canvas, were very small and tarnished.
That scrubby menagerie had ...