Walter Walden, The Voodoo Gold Trail
“ There was no sign of a boat on the bay yet."I guess they got scared out," said Norris, "and are still lying in some cove, waiting for word from Duran."In these tropics you sweep the bright daylight landscape with your eyes, noting the graceful palms bowing to you over the beach; then you close your eyes, count a few hundred slowly, open them again, and—presto! all is black night, and the palms have melted into eternity, or are dimly silhouetted against the night sky. The narrow crescent of the new moon was among the tops of the palms behind us. ”
