Theodore Goodridge Roberts,
Crab Reef — chapter 1
(1923)
“ Griffon babbled of other days, of apples and cider and old trees with mistletoe in their branches. He fell frequently and cursed Big Tom every time for picking him up. At last Big Tom let him lie, regarded him helplessly for a few seconds, and then lay down beside him. The knife that had slashed so far into the jungle's tough heart slipped unheeded from the black fingers.Big Tom was not beaten, however. He got to his feet again hours later, picked up his knife and his unconscious companion, and renewed the unequal conflict. He bucked the jungle desperately, with his friend in his arms. ”
