I balanced one of the half bricks in my left hand--I'm a left-handed man in many things--and watched the head, while it was easy to see that the head watched the car.

'Now,' sez I to meself, 'that's the whelp who mistreated a car which had served him well, and he's reckoning in his own mind that my car would suit his needs just as well as the one he has lost.' I do believe I read that man's mind correctly.

He might have said out loud: 'That party of sports were muts.

They're all aboard the Hudson River liner, chauffeur and all.' I beg your pardon, gentlemen, if I have put it awkwardly, but I am sort of feeling my way towards the feller's sentiments, groping in the dark, as you might say." Notwithstanding his effort at self-restraint, Devar felt that he must speak or explode.
"Go right ahead, Arthur," he said.

"Explain the position thoroughly.
The fog is lifting, and we have heaps of time before sunrise." "The whole affair is a mighty queer business, sir," said Brodie seriously.