He bowed, dropping his chin upon his cravat; throughout the dance neither had hazarded a word.
The girl found her way alone to a chair, but the druggist, sick from continually revolving in the same direction, walked unsteadily toward the wall.

All at once the barn reeled around him; he fell down.

There was a great laugh, but he scrambled to his feet and disappeared abruptly out into the night through the doorway of the barn, deathly pale, his hand upon his stomach.
Dabney, the old man whom nobody knew, approached the group of ranchers around Magnus Derrick and stood, a little removed, listening gravely to what the governor was saying, his chin sunk in his collar, silent, offering no opinions.
But the leader of the orchestra, with a great gesture of his violin bow, cried out: "All take partners for the lancers and promenade around the hall!" However, there was a delay.

A little crowd formed around the musicians' platform; voices were raised; there was a commotion.

Skeezicks, who played the big horn, accused the cornet and the snare-drum of stealing his cold lunch.