Francis Lynde, Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 10 (1923)
“ I told him; whereupon I descended to the deck to take my turn at the sentry go. It proved to be a lonely watch. Toward morning the thin sickle of a dying moon rose out of the sea and in the ghostly half light the yacht, the silvered sea, the white line of the beach and the background of dense tropical jungle figured as the stage setting in a weird spectacle, lacking nothing but the people of the play. What would the day now lingering just beyond the eastern horizon bring forth? ”
