This is the beginning of Milt Caniff's comic-strip masterpiece and he was just starting to flex his muscles as a visual stylist, but check out the sudden shift to the night-time silhouette of Terry at the end of this Sunday page and the three dynamic panels that follow it.  They have the rhythm and surprise of a well-edited shot sequence in a movie, ending in the beautiful but vaguely ominous overhead view of the junks heading for their fateful rendezvous with the steamer.

It's brilliant stuff.