Above it towered green hills, the peak of each topped by a squat blockhouse; in the valleys and water courses like columns of marble rose the royal palms.
"You MUST look!" Carr entreated David, "it's just as it is in the pictures! "Then I don't have to look," groaned David.
The Three Friends was making for a point of land that curved like a sickle.

On the inside of the sickle was Nipe Bay.

On the opposite shore of that broad harbor at the place of rendezvous a little band of Cubans waited to receive the filibusters.

The goal was in sight.

The dreadful voyage was done.