Before him was planted Potts, his left foot advanced, his head thrown back, reading to Harpin from a spread page of the _Argus_.

I divined that he was reading Solon's comment upon himself, and I shuddered.
As I paused at the door of the hotel Potts emerged from the barber-shop.
In one hand he carried his bag, in the other his cane and the _Little Arcady Argus_.

His hat was a bit to one side, and it seemed to me that he was leaning back farther than usual.

He had started briskly down the street in the opposite direction from me, but halted on meeting Eustace Eubanks.

The Colonel put down his bag and they shook hands.
Eustace seemed eager to pass on, but the Colonel detained him and began reading from the _Argus_.