Reginald Wright Kauffman

“ To the wrist of this hand a leather thong secured a Malacca cane, and, when the fingers were not at the mouth, the stick was swung with utter carelessness of its frequent descent upon the backs of beach combers scuttling like beetles before it.
Dan had lounged away. He addressed a fellow who might hail from Caracas: “Quién está el rico señor?”
The South American shrugged. He didn't know who the rich gentleman might be. Besides, what difference could it make? The rich were rich because they hung on to their money, not because they peppered the sands with dominicanos! ”

“ Through these a tall, fat man in spotless white pushed his easy way. He led by the arm a shy and graceful girl, and walked with magnificent unconcern straight among the riffraff of the beach.
In those surroundings the mere physical cleanliness of the newcomers shone like ice. The man's broad Panama was the largest Dan had ever seen. It surmounted a wide, dark face with eyes distinctly Latin, very bright and quick. ”

“ On my sugar plantation the one man invaluable who truly understands the machinery is too ill to move. I am but now arrived, waiting that a doctor's office should open, but despairing that a medico should leave his practice for me. If you could prove yourself what you say, it would be worth to me anything—anything.” The bright black eyes appraised the American rapidly. “It would be worth to me one thousand dollars monthly. Besides, these two San Lorenzo doctors of course speak Spanish. I prefer a foreigner. ”