Joseph Conrad

“ The gush of water ceasing suddenly, made a silence which became complete when the after-trickle stopped. Afar, the sun was reduced to a red spark, glowing very low in the breathless immensity of twilight. ”

“ Ola, there! Pedro! Pedro!" he yelled, with a force of lung testifying to the regenerative virtues of water.
A weak "Senor?" came from under the wharf.
"What did I tell you?" said Ricardo triumphantly. "Nothing can hurt him. He's all right. But, I say, the boat's getting swamped. Can't you turn this water off before you sink her under us? She's half full already."
At a sign from Heyst, Wang hammered at the brass tap on the wharf, then stood behind Number One, crowbar in hand, motionless as before. Ricardo was perhaps not so certain of Pedro's toughness as he affirmed ”

“ Helped by the talkative Ricardo, Pedro scrambled up on the wharf, where he remained for some time on all fours, swinging to and fro his shaggy head tied up in white rags. Then he got up clumsily, like a bulky animal in the dusk, balancing itself on its hind legs.
Mr Jones began to explain languidly to Heyst that they were in a pretty bad state that morning, when they caught sight of the smoke of the volcano. It nerved them to make an effort for their lives. ”

“ Jones in his soaked clothes.
"I may infer, then, that there is a settlement of white people here?" he murmured, shivering visibly.
Heyst roused himself.
"Oh, abandoned, abandoned. I am alone here--practically alone; but several empty houses are still standing. No lack of accommodation. We may just as well--here, Wang, go back to the shore and run the trolley out here."
The last words having been spoken in Malay, he explained courteously that he had given directions for the transport of the luggage. Wang had melted into the night--in his soundless manner. ”