"Here on these waters a man walked."
"So it is written—yes, I know."
"Though it wasn't, of course, sunlit as now. There was wind howling, and great dark troughs between towering walls glossy as glass. No wonder those others were sore afraid! Caught, as they were, in a little boat—and perhaps, who knows, right over there, where that motor launch is towing the girl on skis .... Crouched low, they'd be pulling on their creaking oars, when he, this man, came walking out—"
