Though their features showed nothing, each man was beginning unconsciously to tense.

Each man strove to appear his natural self, and each natural self was different.

Hal Campbell affected his customary cautiousness.
French Louis betrayed interest.

MacDonald retained his whole-souled benevolence, though it seemed to take on a slightly exaggerated tone.
Kearns was coolly dispassionate and noncommittal, while Elam Harnish appeared as quizzical and jocular as ever.

Eleven thousand dollars were already in the pot, and the markers were heaped in a confused pile in the centre of the table.
"I ain't go no more markers," Kearns remarked plaintively.