He took up the chair that he had previously overturned and seated himself on it, facing the girl.
"Set down," he said, waving a hand toward another chair.

In response to his invitation she moved toward the chair, hesitated when she reached it, apparently having nearly recovered her composure, though her face was pale and she watched him covertly, half fearfully.

While she seated herself Calumet got out of his chair and took up the candle, placing it on the desk beside the pistol.

This done, he busied himself with the rolling of a cigarette, working deliberately, an alert eye on the girl and her grandfather.
The latter had recovered and was sitting rigid in the chair, fear and wonder in his eyes as he watched Calumet.

To him Calumet spoke when he had completed the rolling of the cigarette and was holding a flaring match to it.