Each one had picked out the man he hated the most, and was preparing the manner of the killing.
"Good," said Hovey; "and now that we've agreed on that, we've got to choose--" He stopped, going rigid and blank of face.

He had seen the open, chilling blue eye of Harrigan, who, drawn on into forgetfulness, had lain for some time on his bunk watching the scene without caution..