The Colonel, suddenly discovering that he could recite the thing from memory, did so with considerable dramatic effect, seeming not to notice the defection of Bedford.

The crowd cheered madly when he had finished, and followed him across the street to the bar of the City Hotel.
We could now observe better.

The bar of the City Hotel is next the office.

A door is open between them with a wooden screen standing before it.

Inside the carouse raged, while we, who had thought to set Potts at large, listened and wondered.