Tom shifted from one foot to the other, waiting.

Mr.Conne worked his cigar over to the opposite corner of his mouth and observed to an American officer that the day was going to be warm.

Then he glanced up and smiled pleasantly at the boys crowding at the rail.

He might have been waiting on a street corner for a car.
"Not nervous, are you ?" he smiled at Tom.
"Not exactly," said Tom, with his usual candor; "but it seems as if nothing can happen at all, now that we're here.

It seems different, thinking up things when you're riding along the road--kind of." "Uh huh." Presently the soldiers began coming down the gangplank.
"You watch for resemblances and I'll do the rest," said Mr.Conne in a low tone.