John Fleming Wilson

“ He saw the sack strike the shadow that was Axel Gustafsen, and instantly there was a flicker of the knife. Flint leaned farther out. Other shadows were gathering. Then a dark cloud enveloped the shadow that was the diver and as if from a great distance Skin Flint heard a shout from the other boat and a rapid order. But he had no eyes for anything but the shadows below him. He saw the whole mass slowly rise, but the black cloud enveloped it and he laughed.
“Blood!” he muttered. "He cannot see to strike with his knife.” ”

“ For the third time the sampan, carrying Flint, crept out through the shining reaches of Pearl Harbor and toward the spot where the little buoy bobbed on the waves. The contractor could see the diving boat slowly coming in under the impulse of her sweeps. There was no wind. Skin Flint nodded to the Japanese to let the boat lie, and he peered over the side into the lucid depths. ”

“ He strained his eyes, and his lips were compressed to bloodlessness as he searched the water. Last of all he quietly allowed to drop over the boat’s gunwale a heavy sack filled with raw meat. He followed its course downward. His eyes gleamed; for shadows gathered about it and there was a glint of another gray whiteness than that of the coral bottom, and the shadows thickened and moved and little swirls of water turned on the oily surface. ”