"As a matter of fact," Urson said, turning, "I think he was looking at poor Whitey's bunk."
"And who was supposed to be sleeping in poor Whitey's bunk?"
"Snake?"
"Exactly. Do you think perhaps White was killed?"
"Could be, I guess. But how, and why, and who?"
"Somebody who wanted Snake killed. Maybe the same person who cut his tongue out a year and a half ago."
"I thought we decided that we didn't know who that was."
"A man you know, Urson," Geo said. "What man on this ship have you sailed with before?"
"Don't you think I've been looking?" Urson asked. "There's not a familiar face on deck, other than maybe one I've seen in a dockside bar, but never one whose name I've known."
"Think, Urson, who on this ship you've sailed with before," Geo asked again, more intently.