Urson was carrying a coil of rope about his shoulder. Now he slung it down into his hand and leaned against the support shaft and looked out toward the fog. "It's a bad beginning this trip has had," he said. "What few sailors I've talked to don't like it at all." "Urson," said Geo, "have you any idea what actually happened this morning?" "Maybe I have and maybe I haven't," Urson said. "What ones have you?" "Do you remember the dream?" he asked. Urson scrunched his shoulders as if suddenly cold. "I do," he said. "It was like we were seeing through somebody else's eyes, almost." "Our little four-armed friend sees things in a strange way if that's the case." "Urson, that wasn't Snake's eyes we saw through. I asked him, just before he went off exploring the ship. It was somebody else. All he did was get the pictures and relay them into our minds. And what was the last thing you saw?" "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. Suddenly Urson turned. "You mean the mate?" "That's just who I mean," said Geo. "And you think he tried to kill Snake. Why didn't Snake tell us?" "Because he thought if we knew, we'd get in trouble with it. And he may be right." "How come?" asked Urson. "Look, we know something is fishy about Argo. The more I think about it, the less I can put my hands on it. But if something is fishy about the mate too, then perhaps he's in cahoots with her. What about when he came into Argo's cabin last night when we were there?" "Maybe he was just doing what we said we were; walking by when he heard a noise. If it was his eyes we were seeing through, then he sees things awfully funny, then." "Maybe he's a strange one too, like Snake who 'hears' things funny. Not all strangeness shows," Geo reminded him. "You could be right," said Urson. "You could be right." He stood up from where he had leaned against a lifeboat support. "Well, you think some more friend, and I'll listen. I'll see you later." He hauled up his rope again and started off in the mist. Geo decided to search for Snake. A ladder led to the upper deck, and climbing it, he saw across the deck a tall, fog-shrouded figure. He paused, and then started forward. "Hello," he said. The captain turned from the railing and looked at him.