The two boats started off in the dark.

Uncle George was smoking a cigar in the dark.

Jim was short and dark with big mustaches and big hands.

The whole battery was drunk going along the road in the dark.

The water was lapping in the piles and the point was dark across the bay.

The men had moved off up the road to sit in the dark and smoke out of range of the noise she made.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”