It was not so roughly done that the Overlanders could make a protest, and the young fellow who had performed the feat turned from the window laughing over the neat way he had checked Washington's musical interference.
The dance already was under full headway.

The floor swayed and groaned, and the building fairly rocked under the rhythmic assault of more than twenty pairs of stamping, shuffling feet.

A smoking oil lamp supplied a dull, smoky haze so that it was difficult for friends to recognize each other from opposite ends of the room.

All eyes, including those of the dancers, had been turned to the newcomers as the Overlanders filed in and took seats on benches at one side of the room.
It was but a few moments later when Hippy and Nora swung out on the floor and Hippy was soon raising the dust with the best of them.
He then danced with each of the girls of his party in turn.

Grace, watching the unusual scene with keen interest, observed that there was little or no change of partners.