'About seven,' he answered.
'Have you seen Dahler?' Jorgensen asked.
'Yes,' I said.
'What does he say?'
'He says it was an accident,' I replied. 'The wheel was too heavy for him.'
'He's lying.'
'Possibly,' I said. 'But you wouldn't convince a jury of it. The fact remains that the man's a cripple and only has one hand.' I turned to Dick. 'Time for my watch to take over,' I said.
Jorgensen handed over the wheel to me without a word. I watched him cross the green glow of the starb'd navigation light and disappear down the main hatch. 'Keep your eye on him, Dick,' I said. 'If we don't watch out we'll have one of them overboard.'
'They don't love each other, do they?' he said.
'Not so as you'd notice,' I answered. 'Would you mind bunking in the saloon for a couple of nights?'