CHAPTER IV
"That dream," Geo said to Urson a moment after the mate left. Urson looked down from his bunk.
"You had it too?"
Both turned to Snake.
"I guess that was your doing, eh?" Urson said.
Snake scrambled down from the upper bunk.
"Did you go wandering around the deck last night and do some spying?" Geo asked.
By now most of the other sailors had risen, and one suddenly stepped between Urson and Geo. "'Scuse me, mate," he said and shook the figure in the second berth. "Hey, Whitey, come on. You can't be that soused from last night. Get up or you'll miss mess." The young sailor shook the figure again. "Hey, Whitey." The figure in the blankets was unresponsive. The sailor gave him one more good shake, and as he rolled over, the blanket fell away from the blond head. The eyes were wide and dull, the mouth half open. "Hey, Whitey," the black sailor said again, and then he stepped back, slowly.