by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne, The Ebb-Tide — 1: Night on the Beach
“ The captain stopped sharply. 'Well, keep it up!' said the clerk. 'The damned thing is, I don't know if they ain't starving!' cried the captain. 'They can't be worse off than we are, and that's one comfort,' returned the clerk. 'I defy the devil to make me worse off.' It seemed as if the devil heard him. The light of the moon had been some time cut off and they had talked in darkness. Now there was heard a roar, which drew impetuously nearer; the face of the lagoon was seen to whiten; and before they had staggered to their feet, a squall burst in rain upon the outcasts. ”
