He embellished his steps with capricious figures, and when he led his partner back to the table where he had left Gray, like a sailor marooned upon a thirsty atoll, he was red faced and perspiring; his enthusiasm was boiling over.
"Flowing Gold"
Rex Beach
Perhaps for months he might be going about the wharves and coffee-houses, esteeming himself a man of substance and so held by all his neighbors, while in fact his all lay whitening in the surf on some far-distant Pacific atoll.
"American Merchant Ships and Sailors"
Willis J. Abbot
The initial shock of mushroom-shape above an atoll.
"The Beginning"
Henry Hasse