"Of course," echoed the passenger, and in silence resumed his study of the ship's bow cutting through the little seas.
The passenger turned inboard. "But Cogan—where is he?"
"There was no Cogan."
"No Cogan."
"No, no Cogan."
"And no bull-fight, and no Valera, and no Torellas, nor Juan, and it never happened?"
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"Why, of course it happened, and just as I've told it. But not to anybody named Cogan. There was no Cogan, or rather"—Kieran rolled over on his side and rested his head on his elbow—"I'm Cogan."
"Oh-h-h. Oh-h-h. And you're Campbell, the old champion athlete?"