It's not hard.

I'll teach you how." He passed a long cigar over the table to Dyck, who, however, did not light it, but held it in his fingers.

Boyne struck a light and held it out across the small table.

Dyck leaned forward, but, as he did so, the wine took possession of his senses.

His head fell forward in sleep, and the cigar dropped from his fingers.
"Ah, well--ah, well, we must do some business now!" remarked Boyne.