Two big kerosene lamps, through a couple of smoky chimneys, sent a dull red glare upon the company, which half filled the room.
If Steve's face was unpleasant to look upon, the nonchalant, tiger-like poise and flex of his body was not.

He had been dancing, it seemed, and had thrown off his coat, and as he talked he repeatedly rolled his blue shirt-sleeves up and down as though the motion were habitual to him.
Most of the men were sitting around the room looking on and laughing at Steve's antics, and the antics of one or two others who were just drunk enough to make fools of themselves.

Two or three sat on an old billiard table under the window through which John was peering.
Lime sat in his characteristic attitude, his elbows upon his knees and his thumbs under his chin.

His eyes were lazily raised now and then with a lion-like action of the muscles of his forehead.

But he seemed to take little interest in the ribaldry of the other fellows.