It's all fox-trot, toddle, shimmy nowadays." "I'm afraid my dancing days are over," replied Lane.
"How so?
I see you came back with two legs and arms." "Yes.

But I was shot twice through one leg--it's about all I can do to walk now." Following his easy laugh, a little silence ensued.

Helen's green eyes seemed to narrow and concentrate on Lane.

Dick Swann inhaled a deep draught of his cigarette, then let the smoke curl up from his lips to enter his nostrils.

Mackay rather uneasily shifted his feet.