For a moment he stood at the door, bracing himself with legs spread wide apart, and stared wildly about--then he reeled drunkenly across the room and fell into a chair, sprawling at full length.
No one else moved.

Joe Cumberland had turned his head; Kate stood with her hand at her throat; the doctor had placed his hand behind his head, and there it stayed.
"Gimme smoke--quick!" said Buck Daniels.

"Run out of Durham a thousan' years ago!" Kate ran into the next room and returned instantly with papers and a fresh sack of tobacco.

On these materials Buck seized frantically, but his big fingers were shaking in a palsy, and the papers tore, one after another, as soon as he started to roll his smoke.

"God!" he cried, in a burst of childish desperation, and collapsed again in the chair.
But Kate Cumberland picked up the papers and tobacco which he had dashed to the floor and rolled a cigarette with deft fingers.