Joseph Hergesheimer,
The Black Key
(1918)
“ JERRY ANNIS lay flat in the tender fastened to the Gar, gazing through a water-glass into depths no less transparent and hardly more shadowed than the air. Comfortably posted against the wheel-box of the ketch, John Woolfolk watched the other with the faintly superior patience of one to whom such spectacles were a commonplace. The Gar floated without a quiver on the clear flood, under the lee of the island where they had anchored for the night. The island was small, and rose in a compact grove of dark palms on a green sky ”
