All he pulled out was jest one of these here little ordinary red books of cigarette papers.

Then he dived fur some loose tobacco, and begun to roll one.

I noticed his fingers was long and white and slim and quick.

But not excited fingers; only the kind that seems to say as much as talking says.
He licked his cigarette, and then he sauntered ahead, looking up.

As he looked up the light fell full on his face fur the first time.