Black Moon Page #4

the same as the monkeys do!

So they chase the monkeys,

and get the coconuts!

That makes them monkey-chasers!

I loves the gal though.

Dr. Perez's a nice man to work for,

long as you don't bother nothing.

Mind taking the wheel a minute? I've

got some business up here.

Mrs. Lane is very sorry that she

couldn't come to meet you.

- Anything wrong?

- No, no. Nothing wrong.

She'll be waiting for you at

the house.

- Mr. Lane, I'm so glad you've come!

- Gail, how are you?

Excuse me for not meeting the boat, but

I've been looking for Nancy.

- She's not with her mother or Anna?

- No. I can't find Anna!

I've seen Nancy a few hours ago.

She must be around here someplace.

There she is now!

- Daddy, Daddy!

- My darling little girl! Where you been?

My darling!

I'm so glad to see you!

I haven't seen you in 100 years!

Yes, you have! It's only been

It seemed like 100 years!

How's Gus? Where is Gus?

In the house! I'll go get him!

- I must talk to you right away!

- I would like to talk to him first...

since you were so foolish to endanger

our lives by sending that radiogram.

- I must insist Mr. Lane.

- Here's Gus!

Gus hasn't changed a bit, has he?

Excuse us, Gail?

Please tell Anna not to let

the child go out to the garden!

What did you mean the radiogram

endangered our lives?

It had to be sent through

my native operator.

All the blacks on the island know that

we're trying to send my niece back.

What difference is it to the natives

whether my wife goes or stays?

Listen...

The sun is just setting.

- What is it?

- Drums. Rada drums.

Blood worship.

Sacrifice to the black gods.

- You call it "voodoo".

- What does it mean?

Who knows? But this I do know...

Never have the drums beat so on

San Christopher without trouble.

With the natives?

Nobody can listen. Please...

Something is happening. You ask me what

and I can only say I do not know.

Consider this:
we are 5 whites...

one is a helpless child.

Around us are 2,000 blacks!

Fully 3/4 of these are hill bandits.

Fugitives from Haiti!

If you knew this danger existed, why

did you allow Juanita to stay here?

- Juanita would not leave.

- Why not?

I don't know. But if you love her,

persuade her!

Somehow take her away from here!

Stephen!

Hello, darling!

What are you doing here when

you promised not to come?

- I'm here to take you home.

- Home? I don't understand.

You Uncle says it's dangerous.

The natives are restless.

Oh, you've been listening to Uncle

Raymond! He's afraid of ghosts!

Of natives he's whipped and killed!

There's no danger.

I know the natives.

Nothing's going to happen.

This place is part of me, Steve.

Every path of the jungle.

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