Look natural." "Vienna," said the German.
"Yes, I suppose so." Another pause.
"Name ?" asked the German, with startling abruptness.

But the other never winked.
"Carg.

I'm a sailor.

Captain of this ship.

Live in Sangoa, when ashore." "Sangoa ?" "Island in South Seas." The wounded man reached for another cigarette and lighted it.
"Carg," he repeated, musingly.