He slipped out, unobserved, and, finding two of his ranch hands near the doorway, sent them down to the ranch house to bring up all the cases of "stuff" they found there.
However, when this matter had been attended to, Annixter did not immediately return to the harness room.

On the floor of the barn a square dance was under way, the leader of the City Band calling the figures.

Young Vacca indefatigably continued the rounds of the barn, paring candle after candle, possessed with this single idea of duty, pushing the dancers out of his way, refusing to admit that the floor was yet sufficiently slippery.

The druggist had returned indoors, and leaned dejected and melancholy against the wall near the doorway, unable to dance, his evening's enjoyment spoiled.

The gayly apparelled clerk from Bonneville had just involved himself in a deplorable incident.