The catsup as an appetizer had been ruinous.
It was late in the afternoon when he left the cafeteria and the cheerful activities of the lot were drawing to a close.

Extra people from the various stages were hurrying to the big dressing room, whence they would presently stream, slips in hand, toward the cashier's window.

Belated principals came in from their work to resume their choice street garments and be driven off in choice motor cars.
Merton Gill in deep thought traversed the street between the big stages and the dressing rooms.

Still in deep thought he retraced his steps, and at the front office turned off to the right on a road that led to the deserted street of the Western town.

His head bowed in thought he went down this silent thoroughfare, his footsteps echoing along the way lined by the closed shops.